Now back to your regularly scheduled (as if!) selection of covers.
Before I got crazy sick, I went to see Textbook Committee (a local GBV tribute band) at the Beat Kitchen. Good times. It reminded me that I'd been meaning to post this interesting little take on one of GBV's most covered songs.
A little straightforward for my cover tastes, but I love Mac McCaughan and I love GBV and I felt I should post two covers. If only I were rich (or even simply employed), I could continue today's GBV love with the purchase of this Holy Grail of GBV posters, whose sale commences in about 13 hours. Alas, it's not meant to be.
In addition to that of GBV, I've been revisiting my guilty pop-punk pleasure in the band Helen Love. And since it's unclear whether this supposedly forthcoming tribute album will come to exist, this and the following track will tide me over a bit.
BTW, have I mentioned how much I want to make out with Ash? Oh yeah, I have.
A leftover I forgot to include in my Brit-pop posts.
Because the Goonies 'R' good enough, dammit! Is that long-rumored sequel ever happening? 'Cause I'm in. Especially if they bring back Steve Antin. Heh. That's an inside joke I have with myself. So it's very inside.
I've never understood the long-standing "punks hate hippies" stereotype. I think the punks and hippies at my high school definitely hung out with each other. Punks and hippies have more in common with each other than they do with most people in America. A.P.P.L.E. seems to get this. Maybe.
Sent to me a while back by reader Annie who heard it on 107.1 in New York. What's weird about this is that this Chicago-area James Eric character has been in my periphery for quite some time. I think he's actually from Northwest Indiana, as I reluctantly will admit that I am, and a journalist and photographer and performer. I think I stumbled on some article he wrote a few years back and he's blipped on my radar a few times since. He's one of those "I totally know who you're talking about and I'm surprised I've never met him" types. I know we have mutual friends (Jessica, maybe?) and acquaintances but have apparently never been in the same place at the same time. Perhaps he's the Bizarro version of me. You know, a guy motivated enough to record the music he writes/covers and has somehow managed to use his journalism degree to actually work in the field of journalism? Good for that guy.
So a slew of Norwegian artists got together one night in an Oslo prison and recorded a Johnny Cash tribute concert and called the resulting recording We Walk the Line. I'm so moving to Scandinavia.
Speaking of moving to Scandinavia, here is my new Swedish emo (Swemo?) boyfriend Timo Räisänen singing a classic song of love and loss. Sigh. He can even make me want to dance around like an idiot while hating myself for things my government has chosen to do. Not an easy feat to accomplish, to be sure.
I can't express how much I love this cover. An earnest, deep-voiced alt-country male vocal that doesn't change "boys" to "girls"? Sigh. I'm in love! From their all-cover tribute album, Sorry I Made You Cry.
Perhaps not a true cover, but who can tell? See, Kelly Osbourne sang a song Linda Perry "wrote" that sounds just like Visage's "Fade to Grey." Eventually, this resulted in Perry agreeing to give Billy Currie, Christopher Payne and Midge Ure all the profits of the single. Or at least I think I read that somewhere. (Stereogum, maybe?) So, what happens when an Italian pop singer also "samples" Visage's "Fade to Grey" records a song that sounds almost identical (and with quite similar lyrics, if my Italian is even close to par) to Osbourne's "One Word" with a title that loosely translate to "Stop! You/he/she/it forget/s!"? I don't know, but here it is.
Aw. I love Ida. Edit: More specifically, this is from Elizabeth Mitchell from Ida and comes from her children's album You Are My Flower.
One of the wrongest songs that exists.
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