so... getting ready for my wee bit of a trip and cleaning the digs cause nothing makes me happier than coming home to a clean home zone.
usually i conduct this ritual with npr... slipping deep into meditation with fresh air and talk of the nation. however, today i decided to shake it up and listen to the radio--such brazen reckless behaviour!
lots of good music... it's like someone is tapping right into my lil brain and serving up ozzy and nickelback and pfloyd and tpetty and some good old van halen... gotta admit i've never scrubbed a tub with eddie, but it was kinda hot. ahem. any way, it's been nice... till the hendrix blitz. *sigh*
to my point, yes, yes. the first time i heard the seether version of careless whisper, i wasn't impressed and it seemed sacrilege. some things should be left alone--sort of like the first sabrina movie being a mile better than the remake.
however, time and familiarity have bred a real affinity for this seether cover. there is something about the screaming edge that seems to suit the melody, and the rawness of it suits my sensibilities of late. it feels like a wild animal that is tame at its heart. i'm glad seether covered it... says quite a bit about old george, and i doubt many will mention that.
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