When I was just a young and impressionable freshman, my friend, Carrie Simpson, helped me fall in love with several non-Clarendon-types of music like The Pixies, The Smiths, Live, and everything U2 had ever done. Our friendship started with a deep and boundless love for Duke basketball and Christian Laettner.
I don't know what to say except that teenage girls make zero sense most of the time.
I had a long conversation a few weeks ago on social media about cover songs. Taking something old and familiar and changing it to make it your own. I think it's so interesting to hear the different ways others find their voice with a piece that inspired them.
The original:
Anyway, as I was cleaning out my music library, I realized that I have FOUR versions of this song. I think sometimes my obsessions might be unhealthy. I have several songs in multiple forms in my collection, but I think this is one of my favorites.
I loved this one from the "50 First Dates" soundtrack. Makes me want to sip drinks with umbrellas on a beach and fall in hopelessly melodramatic teenage love.
Several people recommended this one to me. I don't think it will make the cut. Anberlin's cover makes me feel a little hectic. Love songs shouldn't be hectic. They should ooze a little angst. Or a lot. Yes. Maybe lots of angst.
Death Cab for Cutie reminds me most of the original, but there's a tone in there that is displeasing to my non-musically trained ear, like the organ from The Doors. But much more noticeable. The unpleasantness fades after a few listens... until the original pops up.
I was fully prepared to call this one my favorite until Adele introduces it by announcing that her mum was mortified when she told her about it. "You know how when a young person does an old person's song and they think she's ruined it."
I'm coming to England soon, Adele. Watch your back, young 'un.
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