song: u can’t touch this cover band: stahlhammer original: mc hammer comments: stop. hammer time. first song is cover, second is original. where can you get it? mc hammer – u can’t touch this unfortunately, the stahlhammer version of u can’t touch this is unavailable on amazon. you are thereby forced to brave the brutal frontier that is the internet. lyrics: u can’t touch this u can’t touch this u can’t touch this u can’t touch this my my my…
song: crazy in love cover band: the magic numbers original: beyonce comments: why did i leave out jay-z’s parts in the lyrics? because there was some shit about chinchillas and being sprung and i quite frankly felt like an idiot typing it, so if you really want to know what he’s saying, go google it. first song is cover, second is original. where can you get it? beyonce – crazy in love amazon doesn’t have the magic numbers’ version of…
song: baker street cover band: carnival in coal original: gerry rafferty comments: so when you actually read/listen to the lyrics to this song, it’s really not that happy. however, i don’t think it’s quite as unhappy as the cover band makes it. first song is cover, second is original. where can you get it? gerry rafferty – baker street carnival in coal – baker street lyrics: winding your way down on baker street light in your head and dead on…
you have no idea how difficult it is to pick just one song per post, and to not immediately make 23,957,291,498 posts in one day listing all the cool cover songs at my disposal. even more difficult is trying to pick covers that are ironic. i could easily post limp bizkit’s cover of behind blue eyes, but they basically took the song and did it exactly like the original, so there’s not really anything fun about that. song: cry little…
song: livin’ la vida loca cover band: the toy dolls original: ricky martin comment: every. single. song. should have kazoos. first song is cover, second is original. where can you get it? the toy dolls – livin’ la vida loca ricky martin – livin’ la vida loca lyrics: she’s into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls i feel a premonition that girl’s gonna make me fall she’s into new sensations new kicks in the candle light she’s got a new…
the following took place a while ago (like, weeks). i was driving to work through majestic (ha!) willow glen when some movement on the side of the road caught my eye, then re-caught both my eyes as my brain processed: male. shirtless. bike. and this guy was cute. skin that toast color that only good genes can supply, in shape but not lumped all over like a mutant gourd. did i mention he was shirtless? so i was doing the…
it has come to my attention that i write very easily when i don’t worry about little things like run-on sentences. when i just allow a thought to ramble on endlessly, everything just kind of flows on its own. case in point, a recent email to a friend: “i bought the taste of home holiday magazine because i’m weak-willed and i saw the most adorable idea in it ever and immediately knew that if i didn’t buy the magazine i’d…
yesterday, i beat my sister and b-i-l to big lots by a rather wide margin, and as a result, i had some time to burn. the situation was made more interesting by the fact that i had just left my therapist, where we’d discussed, among other things, my anxiety over time that isn’t filled with purpose. the purpose doesn’t have to be particularly purposeful, but it does have to be planned, something specific. so when i found myself with about…
long ago, i signed up for an account with onemodelplace.com. it had nothing to do with wanting to become a model (though, if by chance the world of fashion were suddenly turned upside down and short, chocolate-loving girls with dreads became the new trend, i wouldn’t turn it down); rather, if you’re into figure drawing and want a constantly updated source of women contorted into odd positions in extreme lighting with vapid looks on their faces, then haute couture shots…
the majority of my teen years were spent battling anxiety. at a time when i should’ve been developing social skills and acquiring the building blocks for future higher education, i was drinking my meals and hyperventilating. in 1999, i was seventeen years old, right smack in the thick of it, improperly medicated and basically out of control. for my birthday, my sister gave me a journal specifically for writing down my dreams. i have never been–and still am not–good at…