Passed on by Jason B.: In this picture, there are 74 bands represented. How many can you name?
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A while back I linked out to a FABULOUS video that I viewed as proof that the music video had not died. That, I believe, was a simplistic interpretation of the clip.
The music video was dead. The internet, with online communities like YouTube, has saved the music video.
Let that sink in a moment. It’s huge.
This weekend I had the honor of seeing OK Go perform in downtown Cincinnati, as part of festivities to celebrate the re-opening of Fountain Square. Wonder Boy and I pre-gamed it at Frank the Tank and Sugar Boy’s house and then headed out to listen to some rock. Now, in the spirit of complete honesty, I don’t actually know a ton of OK Go stuff. Basically, the reason I wanted to go to the show was to see the song from the video and because it was free. F-R-E-E.
I’m digressing here and I know it. Anyway, the show was fabulous, even with a few audio glitches. Seeing them in stage helped me to understand how four hipster boys who like skinny-legged pants could be convinced to do a dance routine. I mean, if these boys are willing to sing excerpts of Les Miserables, why not do a little choreography on treadmills?
With the exception of Sugar Boy, who would have only been excited if Madonna herself had been onstage, we all enjoyed the show thoroughly.
And then…
The boys came back onstage. “There are five minutes until the fireworks go off” they said. Prerecorded music started playing. The boys got into formation. And I’ll be damned if they didn’t start doing the ENTIRE DANCE ROUTINE from Here it Goes Again, sans treadmills, of course.
I don’t pay for cable. (Please refer above… I am cheap.) But I have seen this video. I know this band. I know this song. I get the reference to a music video because of the strength of viral marketing online. Despite his responsibility for Fox News [barf], Rupert Murdoch is the current owner of YouTube. This old school guy who has wrecked most of TV News might hold the key to reviving music videos.
Last night I went to see Joseph Arthur perform at the 20th Century Theater in Cincinnati, where I discovered the answers to some more important questions:
- What is it like to go to a concert with ear infections?
Not good. - Would you want to pay good money to see some man high off his ass performing?
Not so much.
I actually thought the opening act, Annie Stela, was really good. I always prefer it when you can actually hear the singers voice and you could. Unfortunately, it cut right through my ear plugs…
Question: Is there a statute of limitations for when you are allowed to cover a song?
My take: Seemingly, there are two sides to this question, right? Either, you can cover a song whenever you want OR a certain amount of time needs to lapse before a song can be covered. I don’t think it’s so cut and dry.
Back in the early 1990s when music sucked, people covered country songs like crazy. Back then, country still had its twang and there wasn’t much crossover so most people didn’t know the songs they were singing along to were covers. Now that country music has started to morph into pop music sung by people wearing cowboy hats and belt buckles (if you can even identify the singer as country folk at all) they are the ones covering pop tunes and people seem to be okay with it.
That leads me into gray area #1. I think songs can be covered by singers of a different genre than the original with little to no time lapsing. John Michael Montgomery released the original I Swear in 1994. That same year All-4-One covered it. I was one of those freaks who listened to country and pop and knew there were two versions on the radio but I liked them both. I think by singing the song in the style of another genre, you change the song enough to make it unique.
Enter gray area #2. I was watching some crap reality television show called The One on ABC (the show has since been cancelled so it really was crap) where these music professionals help groom everyday folk into pop sensations. (Imagine American Idol without the Paula-y goodness.) One of the singers was doing a cover of a Lenny Kravitz song. The guy’s version was decent but nothing great. One of the hosts made the observation that it’s okay to cover someone but you either need to be faithful to the song or improve upon it, out of respect to the original artist. While The One might have been crap, that one comment has stuck in my head. When All-4-One covered I Swear they turned a really twangy country ballad into a smooth, sexy pop song.
Now, as far as time limits go to cover songs, I do have some ideas… In general, I think one generation should age before you cover a song. For instance, there is a new version of Life is a Highway out right now, sung by Rascal Flatts and appearing on the soundtrack of Cars. I have very distinct memories of riding in the neighbor lady’s car as a child while she drove me and her daughter out for ice cream. We had the windows down and the radio cranked and we were all singing along to the 1992 Tom Cochrane version. So now when I hear the Rascal Flatt’s rendition on the radio, my first instinct is to crank it up and roll down the windows. By waiting to cover that song, they have introduced it to a brand new generation and are letting people from prior ones relive it.
The only time that I can think of when you don’t have to wait for that generational lapse is, as stated above, when you can add something new to the song. The best illustration of this has occurred over the last 5 years. In 2001 Ryan Adams released When the Stars Go Blue. Realizing the greatness of the song, The Corrs partnered with Bono and covered it in 2002. This year Tim McGraw has released his own version (mmmm).
What do you think?
- There are people I am friends with but whom are not really in my peer group. In my mind they are adults while I am still a kid. In all actuality, we are all adults and I need to get over it. I digress. These adults with whom I am friends are rather prudish. And now they think they can share sex jokes with me. Sex jokes! Ew.
- When most females hear I am engaged, they let out a primal yelp of Oooooooh! that must set every dog in 5 mile radius into a frenzy. The reactions of these women and what they find exciting about weddings is fascinating.
- Almost all find it their right to say something along the lines of “Enjoy it now because once you start planning the wedding it really sucks,” to which I want to say F you.
- One woman said to me, “Oh, you must be so excited to pick your colors,” which I found to be an extremely odd comment and evidence that the person did not know me well at all.
- The most common reaction of women is based on the assumption that I have been planning a wedding since birth in my head and know exactly what all the details should be. This, in fact, is not the case. When I played with my neighbor’s Barbie dolls (I only owned one and it was late into childhood) I married them off but always in sick, twisted escapades of ménage a trois. So these women ask me about VERY. SPECIFIC. DETAILS. of the affair and I, of course, have no idea how to answer them unless it involves me, Wonder Boy and about eight other people running off together in a pink, plastic car.
Now, I would like to say that Wonder Boy and I have some very good ideas about receptions and how a good one is done. We are practically party throwing experts and that’s basically what a reception is – a giant party. The most detailed part of the reception in our mind is the DO NOT PLAY music list for the DJ. After all, there is no bigger crime at a reception than playing a little Macarena. We will also be creating a PLAY list for the DJ because, dammit, this is my one chance to make sure a little Old Dirty Bastard is played at a wedding reception. Wonder Boy assures me that this cannot be the song we invite everyone out onto the dance floor with, but ah well. I am sure his Grandma would like it.
So I want your input. Aside from the Macarena, what songs should be on the DO NOT PLAY list?