Some of my very long term readers may remember that a long time I had a separate ‘rants’ blog. This eventually died a death, due to infrequency I guess… and I think I deleted it, although maybe not, I seem to be finding old blogs all over the place!
Rather than start it up again for seven people to read I thought what I would do is incorporate it here, but since it isn’t related to the overall theme of this blog what I will do is post my new ‘rants’ using an old date, so the post will appear on the blog but not at the top. I will then label the post ‘rants’ and people will be able to access my verbal diarrhoea through the menu on the sidebar.
For those of you who subscribe to my blog, the rant posts should arrive in your inbox as normal. Apologies in advance! 🙂
What is it about shopping trolleys? Well not so much shopping trolleys per se… rather people’s inability to park them properly! The other day I watched a guy walk all the way back to the trolley station and stop about three steps away from where he needed to be to ensure a good ‘park’. He let the trolley go and turned away while I watched the trolley veer to the left and end up sideways across the shelter. I mean for fuck’s sake, how hard is it really. Three more steps you prick. It’s not hard, it’s not taking up your precious time, it’s just taking responsibility for not clogging up the shelter so that the trolleys don’t spill out into the road.
Don’t be a dick, park your fucking trolley properly!
Some songs just shouldn’t be covered, there I’ve said it. I was in the swimming pool this morning and obviously when I’m in there I’m kind of at the mercy of the staff as to what music my poor ears get assaulted by. Being the sort of person who buys CDs that are sometimes limited to less than 1000 pieces, it’s fair to say my tastes fall outside the mainstream, and pretty much always have, bar the odd exception (Depeche Mode, The Police and some of the larger Metal bands).
So there I was, minding my own business, swimming away, when some prick (almost certainly some sort of wanky haired X-Factor reject) starts singing ‘Fast Car’ originally by Tracey Chapman. Now, I’m no fan of Tracey Chapman, but that song is very well crafted and performed and there is no point in covering it.
But why let that put off any dumb-ass fuckwit with a guitar who deludes themselves into thinking that they are bringing something fresh to the table by covering it. Seriously, whatever it is you think you’re ‘bringing’ – you really aren’t. Covering a song like that is a terrible idea, because a) while the viewer/audience starts off thinking ‘Oh yes, this is a great song’, by the end of it they will inevitably be comparing you to dear Tracey and not in a good way… and b) even if by some miracle you manage to pull off a better than mediocre version, all it will do is shine a light on the general crappiness of your own material (I’m looking at you Lacuna Coil with your career highlight cover of ‘Enjoy the Silence’).
So yeah, just leave it.