That brings back memories; there was a warm summer - in the mid 80s, when as undergrads, my brother and I both seemed to binge a bit on the music of The Doors; this track, plus both Light My Fire, and Riders On The Storm, were played endlessly by the pair of us.
Haven't heard it for years (decades); funny how certain pieces of music seem to resonate so fiercely and strongly and (yes) personally when you are that age (late teens, early twenties).
And now, listening to Light My Fire, and yes, my favourite, Riders On The Storm once again, (and thanks for the remainder,
@Matz), I realise why I really liked these pieces of music at the time, (bass lines, the rhythm, those soaring solos), and recognise why I still like them and acknowledge that I still like them, but the fierce emotion that attended my enjoyment and appreciation a few decades ago, is a memory, something felt by someone I was, (and I do not deny either that person or those emotions), but realise I am no longer.