Short post today, as I have to go to bed and get up sickeningly early for the bus to Disney. I like covers. Cover songs specifically, although covers you sleep under are good too, especially if they look like this:
Sorry Neil Diamond, but Johnny wins.
What I also like is how you can take the same song and give it to two different artists and get two incredibly different interpretations. For instance, the Beatles's immortal Hey Jude. When given to Elvis Presley, he turns it into some kind of lounge act:
And Ella Fitzgerald turns into jazz-tastic awesome (ok, I am a little biased towards her version):
But can you blame me?
So, in short. Don't knock the cover song, it just may help you learn something new about the original, like for instance that it would be twenty times better if it were sung by a tiny Asian toddler:
All righty, by this time tomorrow I will be informing you of all the crazed and twisted happenings that went down at the happiest place on earth! Night!
(When Amanda was embarrassed that her dress for graduation showed the fact that she did indeed have cleavage)
Me: "Chest out! Be proud! Have BOOBS!"