Two weeks ago we took a look at a few versions of Solsbury Hill and we’ve got a Gold and a Silver medal to give out. The winner, by a landslide, is the a cappella group The Hyannis Sound - congrats guys. Coming in second was my good friends Rane. Sorry about the week off, how you all got by for 14 days without a playlist of covers to sit and judge, I’ll never know.
This week I’m returning to the original band featured in the first ever edition of Cover Wars, one of the most covered bands of all time: The Beatles. We’ve got six versions of Day Tripper here and don’t worry, there isn’t an American Idol clip anywhere near us this time. We’ve got a nice mix of some other artists of the ’60s covering the song while it was still ripe — and of course a few jambands rocking their way through the tune.
That’s mine. Including the lick, the guitar break and the whole bit. It’s just a rock ‘n roll song. Day trippers are people who go on a day trip, right? Usually on a ferryboat or something. But it was kind of-you know, you’re just aw weekend hippie. Get it?
Yep, we get it John. It’s also one of the songs that Lennon & McCartney disagree on the songwriting credits - but hey, all that matters is that it’s a great tune. You’re going to need to register/login to Imeem to hear the tracks in their entirety.
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Ever since Justin Timberlake revealed Janet Jackson’s Nubian Nipple at Super Bowl XXXVIII, the NFL seems to exclusively tab classic rockers to perform during halftime at the Super Bowl as to not repeat that Awakening of Areola. The recent tradition continues, and the NFL yesterday officially announced that Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers got the gig at Super Bowl XLII on February 3rd in Phoenix.
Petty grew up in football crazy Gainesville, so we’re pretty sure he’s been to a big game or two. No word yet on whether Petty will dedicate Even The Losers to our woeful Jets, who finally played a good game yesterday. What else we got?
The Disco Biscuits announce their first ever European tour
I’m not sure how the soup would stay in the bowl, but my knowledge of centrifugal force is spotty at best, and I’ll do anything Otis tells me to do…
This marks the second time in this rag’s history that I’ve posted an Otis Redding clip culled from The YouTube, but there just ain’t enough Otis Love on the world wide webosphere. We’re rectifyin’ as he’s testfyin’ (jeez, that was fucking lame). Otis could heal the sick with his dynamic brand of southern soul, and for all the “great” singers and performers out there on today’s music scenes, nobody can touch this legend. Nobody. So instead of thinking of this video as “a look back,” instead think of it as “a look back at the greatest.” Here’s a dynamite version of Shake that double dog dares the human body to sit still for 10 seconds:
The Beastie Boys announced plans for a vocal version of the previously instrumental album, The Mix-up, according to Billboard. Adam Yauch (aka MCA) says the B-Boys have their eye on collaborating with M.I.A., Lily Allen and Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker. Apparently the Beasties have a thing for the British. Yauch also spoke about releasing a visual version of the album featuring footage he shot on tour. Now word whether it’ll be called “Awesome; We Fuckin’ Shot This.”
Let’s get the last day of the week started properly with a heroic dose of linkage:
CBGB and MVD Entertainment Group have signed an agreement to release audio recordings from the legendary venue
I’ve just returned home from a free show on the Hudson River in Rockefeller Park, where Booker T and the MGs welcomed the Dap-King-less Sharon Jones on stage for the last half-hour of their return engagement with New York. Ms. Jones relayed an anecdote about seeing Otis Redding as an 11-year-old in 1967, and I couldn’t resist delving into the Redding Archives for tonight’s edition of Pullin’ ‘Tubes.
Longtime followers of my likes and dislikes (mom?) know that Bill Graham holds a lotta weight with me. Graham’s autobiography slings high praise for Otis, whom Graham brought to the Fillmore with an 18-piece band for three shows in December 1966: “By far, Otis Redding was the single most extraordinary talent I had ever seen. There was no comparison. Then or now.” About his appearance, Graham offered this: “Six foot three, a black Adonis. He moved like a serpent. A panther stalking his prey. Knowing he was the ruler of the universe. Beautiful and shining, black, sweaty, sensuous, and passionate. He was the predecessor to the one who finally broke through to playing before a mixed audience of black and white rock and rollers.”
Anyway, here’s a sick clip of Otis tearing down the house on Try A Little Tenderness. And Graham’s dead-on-balls accurate: Check out the crowd with a minute to go, it’s a fucking madhouse among the swooning pale faces.
