It must have been easy in the old days for men buying gifts. This was especially true of the married man. In the old days, the gifts that were given were often indirectly gifts for the man himself. They were often items that were needed by the family. Buy a vacuum cleaner, get a clean house. Buy a sewing maching, get your clothes fixed. Buy a television, get good entertainment without the constraints, trappings, and effort of conversation. Buy lingerie . . . well maybe the good 'ol days weren't all that great after all.
However, in more modern times, women have surprising asked for things that they want, not necessarily things they need. This is a fine distinction that can be lost by the modern man. And when I say lost, I mean, "If you don't bring this gift back immediately, you will have lost the bed and found the couch for the next few weeks."
We have to keep our modern mind keen and sharp to listen for the sirens our wives or significant others have placed in our brains while we sleep. These sirens have also been placed by eons of evolution. They used to keep us from being eaten by saber toothed tigers, or if you're part of Focus on the Family, being eaten by carniverous dinosaurs. You've heard these sirens before, I only hope you reacted on time. Like when your wife asks if she looks fat in that outfit and you're about ready to answer one way or the other instead of creating some sort of diversion, like a household fire. Suddenly in the far back of your brain you hear the siren and instead of answering, you're grabbing the fire extinguisher and calling 911.
Another marriage saved by the modern brain.
This same sort of thing applies towards gift given to your feminine loved ones.
For example, I was walking through a very large wage-suppressing mega-store today and it was amazing what the 'old school' part of my brain kept saying as we wandered through the acres of merchandise until the distant warning sirens were heard by my 'modern mind.'
Old school mind: "Boy, that vacuum cleaner would sure help with the dog hair."
Modern mind: "Yes it would. (Checking it more closely and then hearing the sirens.) I mean, no. We can't buy that!"
Old school mind: "She really needs a new ice scraper for her car."
Modern mind: "That would be nice. (loud sirens) Wait! No it wouldn't!"
Old school mind: "It says here you can buy a years worth of oil changes up front! What a gift!"
Modern Mind: "That would be very practical. (huge sirens) But no."
As you see, by listening to these warning sirens, we can save ourselves a lot of trouble. This is gift season. You are not allowed to think in practical terms. Buy a diamond tennis bracelet (For the fashionable tennis player.) or some other piece of jewelery. Buy a car or some other fancy item. Quite honestly, the less practical it is, the happier you'll be in the new year. Heck, who cares how much it costs? Who needs a college fund anyway?
I may have some trouble, though. This was my last conversation with myself as I shopped:
Old school mind: "Here's a catalog. Victoria's secret is right down the road."
Modern mind: "Wait, I can't listen for the sirens while looking at this!"
Old School mind: "Come to the dark side, young Anakin."
Modern mind: "Well, it would be the gift that keeps on giving."
Monday, November 21, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Are you a Modern Man?
Are you a modern man? Part I
Let's face it. Modern men are idiots, and that's okay. We're comfortable with this fact, although most of us try to hide it. We don't consider what we do idiotic anyway. We're just adopting, adapting, and improving. The real idiots are those whose names will be forever associated with the Darwin Awards. However, as a true modern man, we feel sympathy for some of these groundbreaking individuals and can honestly say that the lawnchair and the weather balloons was a pretty cool idea.
But for the rest of us here's a little "Modern Man Quiz." If you can answer yes to more than half of these questions, you are a true modern man. I must admit, I've done some of these things myself. I know that you're surprised. How could a person with my affable personality and razor sharp wit be involved in the idiotic things below?
I have to be honest, to my readers, I've done most of these things, but not all of them. When I say most, I mean I haven't done one or two of these things, but that doesn't mean that I'm giving up. Chances are, I'll knock all these things off my list before I'm dead. Possibly, one of these things could be the actual cause of my death.
Hey, you've got to go sometime.
QUIZ:
Have you ever told you significant other that you were almost killed by an idiot on a cell phone as you were driving? Have you told this while it was happening as you talked on your cell phone?
Have you ever glued something together, and while holding it until the glue sets, realized you glued your fingers to the object?
Have you ever gotten completely changed in the car while driving? In the car while driving and talking on a cell phone?
Have you ever not changed clothes before painting because you figure you'll be careful this time?
Have you ever leaned forward to paint a hard to reach place and suddenly noticed your hair is now stuck to the wall and is a lovely shade of yellow?
Have you ever driven home from work, pulled into the driveway, and seriously wondered if you ran every light on the way home because you don'’t remember any of your trip?
Have you ever parked your car in the middle of a parking lot, far from everyone else to safely change your clothes? Then have you had both your legs stuck in the same hole in your underwear as a car full of senior citizens decides that parking next to you would be a really good idea?
Have you ever tried to drive a car with your legs stuck in your underwear? Is your car a stick? Mine is.
Have you ever multi-tasked at work, and enjoyed the rewards of a job well done?
Have you ever tried to combine food, beer, hot tubs, and hot lovin' into one enjoyable experience? Have you ever been more disappointed in your life? (Have you ever had to get food out of a hot tub filter in the dark?)
Have you ever ordered more than one beer served in a container larger than your head? Have you ever complained to your significant other that you don't understand why you have a hangover since you only drank three beers?
Have you ever started a grill with something flammable, other than lighter fluid? Have you ever suddenly realized that gasoline doesn'’t really add to the flavor of grilled meat products?
Have you ever tested a Tazer, just to see if it works?
Have you ever used a steak knife to:
1) Cut rope?
2) Cut drywall?
3) Unscrew an electrical outlet?
4) Free an ingrown facial hair?
5) Splice electrical wire?
6) Pull stuck toast out of a plugged in toaster?
Have you ever just put that knife back in the dishwasher and hope for the best?
(This could be its own post: Uses for Steak Knives other than cutting steak)
Have you ever worked on your electric wiring and find out the hard way you didn't turn off the right breaker?
Have you ever done that twice in one day?
Have you ever been the lingerie holder at a Victoria's Secret fashion show?
Of course not, but that wouldn't be a bad way to go, would it?
These are just a few examples of the things we do as modern men. If you have more examples of the brilliance of a modern man, please post something.
Let's face it. Modern men are idiots, and that's okay. We're comfortable with this fact, although most of us try to hide it. We don't consider what we do idiotic anyway. We're just adopting, adapting, and improving. The real idiots are those whose names will be forever associated with the Darwin Awards. However, as a true modern man, we feel sympathy for some of these groundbreaking individuals and can honestly say that the lawnchair and the weather balloons was a pretty cool idea.
But for the rest of us here's a little "Modern Man Quiz." If you can answer yes to more than half of these questions, you are a true modern man. I must admit, I've done some of these things myself. I know that you're surprised. How could a person with my affable personality and razor sharp wit be involved in the idiotic things below?
I have to be honest, to my readers, I've done most of these things, but not all of them. When I say most, I mean I haven't done one or two of these things, but that doesn't mean that I'm giving up. Chances are, I'll knock all these things off my list before I'm dead. Possibly, one of these things could be the actual cause of my death.
Hey, you've got to go sometime.
QUIZ:
Have you ever told you significant other that you were almost killed by an idiot on a cell phone as you were driving? Have you told this while it was happening as you talked on your cell phone?
Have you ever glued something together, and while holding it until the glue sets, realized you glued your fingers to the object?
Have you ever gotten completely changed in the car while driving? In the car while driving and talking on a cell phone?
Have you ever not changed clothes before painting because you figure you'll be careful this time?
Have you ever leaned forward to paint a hard to reach place and suddenly noticed your hair is now stuck to the wall and is a lovely shade of yellow?
Have you ever driven home from work, pulled into the driveway, and seriously wondered if you ran every light on the way home because you don'’t remember any of your trip?
Have you ever parked your car in the middle of a parking lot, far from everyone else to safely change your clothes? Then have you had both your legs stuck in the same hole in your underwear as a car full of senior citizens decides that parking next to you would be a really good idea?
Have you ever tried to drive a car with your legs stuck in your underwear? Is your car a stick? Mine is.
Have you ever multi-tasked at work, and enjoyed the rewards of a job well done?
Have you ever tried to combine food, beer, hot tubs, and hot lovin' into one enjoyable experience? Have you ever been more disappointed in your life? (Have you ever had to get food out of a hot tub filter in the dark?)
Have you ever ordered more than one beer served in a container larger than your head? Have you ever complained to your significant other that you don't understand why you have a hangover since you only drank three beers?
Have you ever started a grill with something flammable, other than lighter fluid? Have you ever suddenly realized that gasoline doesn'’t really add to the flavor of grilled meat products?
Have you ever tested a Tazer, just to see if it works?
Have you ever used a steak knife to:
1) Cut rope?
2) Cut drywall?
3) Unscrew an electrical outlet?
4) Free an ingrown facial hair?
5) Splice electrical wire?
6) Pull stuck toast out of a plugged in toaster?
Have you ever just put that knife back in the dishwasher and hope for the best?
(This could be its own post: Uses for Steak Knives other than cutting steak)
Have you ever worked on your electric wiring and find out the hard way you didn't turn off the right breaker?
Have you ever done that twice in one day?
Have you ever been the lingerie holder at a Victoria's Secret fashion show?
Of course not, but that wouldn't be a bad way to go, would it?
These are just a few examples of the things we do as modern men. If you have more examples of the brilliance of a modern man, please post something.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Everything I know I learned from my pets?, Part II
Everything I know I learned from my pets?
I have spent, literally, minutes observing my dog and cat so I can teach you all about how to live life in a more positive way, and hopefully get a show like Dr. Phil in the process. I watched them eat, drink, sleep, play, "use the facilities", and abuse these same facilities, as I will show you later.
My plan was to boil down life's lessons into trite, humorous sections that you would hopefully learn something from and would possibly make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
I should have realized there was a basic flaw in my plans. That flaw would be the genetic aberrations we have for a dog and cat that quite honestly, throw the whole idea of natural selections right down the toilet. My cat and dog show that the survival of the fittest isn't necessarily always true. For instance, if Zeke, our wonderfully friendly dog were put up against a tremendously powerful creature in the wild, such as a hamster, I'm sure the hamster would end up being the only survivor. If Darwin himself were here today and observed our pets, he would throw the Origin Of Species into our trash can and become a Republican, or better yet, a professor at Patrick Henry College. (Motto: If you can't see it, it ain't science.)
Now Zeke is the dog I observed for multiple minutes. He's a large, hairy, friendly black lab mix. However, if I lived the lessons that I learned from observing him I would probably get put in jail. Other than eating, sleeping, and playing, he enjoys:
1) Licking people to show affection
2) Licking himself even more.
In fact, he licks himself in the "facilities" so vigorously, he shakes and rocks about the house. I hesitate to even mention the sound generated by this exercise.
Of course, he usually saves the most vigorous sessions for when when we have visitors. These visitors generally stare for a while, wondering if they are really seeing what they are seeing, then turn away with an embarrassed look on their face. My wife and I generally just smile and change the subject to something more pleasant, like the war in Iraq.
But what are you going to do? He's family.
It's so bad, that we have turned to calling his dubious performance "Dancing" to avoid calling it something I probably can't even print here. If Zeke had a theme song it would be Billy Idol's: "Dancing With Myself." For those of you Seinfeld fans out there, he is the Kramer of dogs. Oh yea, he lost the bet and he's proud of it.
But remember, I'm supposed to be teaching you life lessons through the actions of my pets.
So, the two life lessons I've learned from my dog are:
1) If you lick someone in the face, it's a sign of affection for all to see.
2) If you need a quick pick-me-up, or a little happiness in life, 'dance' with yourself.
And dear God in high heaven, Zeke, please don't do #2 before doing #1 on this list.
So really, what are the deep lessons about life that I have learned from my dog?
Maybe it is to enjoy life, no matter what others think? No, that's too basic.
Maybe it is to lick those you love? Nope, a little too visual.
Or maybe Zeke's life's lesson is that no matter what the obstacle, no matter how high the peak, (insert your overused metaphor here) you can reach just about any goal if you as a species don't have to wear pants. Well, that's really not a universally accepted message, but it's at least that's a lesson I can live with.
So as you can see, my after observing my dog, I realized that the chances of making a ton of money with a clever, tried and true concepts were 'dancing' away on the carpet, right in front of me.
So I gave up on observing my dog and went on to the cat.
This wasn't much of an improvement.
To be continued . . .
I have spent, literally, minutes observing my dog and cat so I can teach you all about how to live life in a more positive way, and hopefully get a show like Dr. Phil in the process. I watched them eat, drink, sleep, play, "use the facilities", and abuse these same facilities, as I will show you later.
My plan was to boil down life's lessons into trite, humorous sections that you would hopefully learn something from and would possibly make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
I should have realized there was a basic flaw in my plans. That flaw would be the genetic aberrations we have for a dog and cat that quite honestly, throw the whole idea of natural selections right down the toilet. My cat and dog show that the survival of the fittest isn't necessarily always true. For instance, if Zeke, our wonderfully friendly dog were put up against a tremendously powerful creature in the wild, such as a hamster, I'm sure the hamster would end up being the only survivor. If Darwin himself were here today and observed our pets, he would throw the Origin Of Species into our trash can and become a Republican, or better yet, a professor at Patrick Henry College. (Motto: If you can't see it, it ain't science.)
Now Zeke is the dog I observed for multiple minutes. He's a large, hairy, friendly black lab mix. However, if I lived the lessons that I learned from observing him I would probably get put in jail. Other than eating, sleeping, and playing, he enjoys:
1) Licking people to show affection
2) Licking himself even more.
In fact, he licks himself in the "facilities" so vigorously, he shakes and rocks about the house. I hesitate to even mention the sound generated by this exercise.
Of course, he usually saves the most vigorous sessions for when when we have visitors. These visitors generally stare for a while, wondering if they are really seeing what they are seeing, then turn away with an embarrassed look on their face. My wife and I generally just smile and change the subject to something more pleasant, like the war in Iraq.
But what are you going to do? He's family.
It's so bad, that we have turned to calling his dubious performance "Dancing" to avoid calling it something I probably can't even print here. If Zeke had a theme song it would be Billy Idol's: "Dancing With Myself." For those of you Seinfeld fans out there, he is the Kramer of dogs. Oh yea, he lost the bet and he's proud of it.
But remember, I'm supposed to be teaching you life lessons through the actions of my pets.
So, the two life lessons I've learned from my dog are:
1) If you lick someone in the face, it's a sign of affection for all to see.
2) If you need a quick pick-me-up, or a little happiness in life, 'dance' with yourself.
And dear God in high heaven, Zeke, please don't do #2 before doing #1 on this list.
So really, what are the deep lessons about life that I have learned from my dog?
Maybe it is to enjoy life, no matter what others think? No, that's too basic.
Maybe it is to lick those you love? Nope, a little too visual.
Or maybe Zeke's life's lesson is that no matter what the obstacle, no matter how high the peak, (insert your overused metaphor here) you can reach just about any goal if you as a species don't have to wear pants. Well, that's really not a universally accepted message, but it's at least that's a lesson I can live with.
So as you can see, my after observing my dog, I realized that the chances of making a ton of money with a clever, tried and true concepts were 'dancing' away on the carpet, right in front of me.
So I gave up on observing my dog and went on to the cat.
This wasn't much of an improvement.
To be continued . . .
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Everything I know I Learned from my Pets?, Part I
I don't know everything.
Let's face it, being a modern man leaves little time to learn all of life's lessons. We need help from experts to tell us that the way we live is totally wrong. We need live life better, we need guidance, and by golly if we purchase a best selling self-help guide by someone famous, we can be better people and better modern men. Who wouldn't buy a copy of Crouching Lineman, Shrinking Package by Bill Romanowski to help us keep off steroids? How about Rush Limbaugh's OxyContin, How to Remove Life's Pain in Three Easy Steps (Forge, Eat, Repeat).
However, these are fairly specific books for specific problems. We need more general help that will the rescue the rest of us from the aimlessness of our lives. I found some actual books that will help you become better people on Amazon.com. First, there was All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. This is impressive because it could completely revolutionize our education system. Think of how much in taxes we could save if we could just kick kids out of school when they're 6! I'd have to find a real job! Think of the excitement. Think of the legions of future Wal-mart employees!
I can appreciate Everything I Know I Learned in My Garden: Life's Lessons in My Own Backyard. I'm a little worried about the message of this book, though. What if you don't have green thumb? Is the lesson learned, "Everything I touch DIES?" Or maybe it's "Everyone Should Spread Their Seed Around." I'm not sure how the Catholic Church would like this, but it would make life pretty exciting. Maybe some NBA stars and Minnesota Vikings have read this book and when they scream "Who's Your Daddy Now?!" after a big play, they're being literal.
My favorite in this category is Everything I Know I Learned on Acid. I've got no comment on this book, except, will acid help me get published? Is that how you did it? I thought you weren't supposed to get high on your own supply?
Now I've decided to enlighten the masses with my own posting on this topic. I'm going to research my dog and my cat, and teach you everything you need to know in life via their example.
Why you ask? You, whether you're a modern man or not, need someone to tell you how to live life and I'm just the person for that. I want to help YOU be a better person through my dog and cat's views on life. More importantly, if someone picks up this feed somewhere, I may get a book deal and a huge advance. However, I think someone may have beaten me to the punch. (Everything I Know About Men I Learned From My Dog) and (http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Farm/7478/learndog.htm
That's okay. I'm willing to do it for science, and hopefully, a huge payday!
Let's face it, being a modern man leaves little time to learn all of life's lessons. We need help from experts to tell us that the way we live is totally wrong. We need live life better, we need guidance, and by golly if we purchase a best selling self-help guide by someone famous, we can be better people and better modern men. Who wouldn't buy a copy of Crouching Lineman, Shrinking Package by Bill Romanowski to help us keep off steroids? How about Rush Limbaugh's OxyContin, How to Remove Life's Pain in Three Easy Steps (Forge, Eat, Repeat).
However, these are fairly specific books for specific problems. We need more general help that will the rescue the rest of us from the aimlessness of our lives. I found some actual books that will help you become better people on Amazon.com. First, there was All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. This is impressive because it could completely revolutionize our education system. Think of how much in taxes we could save if we could just kick kids out of school when they're 6! I'd have to find a real job! Think of the excitement. Think of the legions of future Wal-mart employees!
I can appreciate Everything I Know I Learned in My Garden: Life's Lessons in My Own Backyard. I'm a little worried about the message of this book, though. What if you don't have green thumb? Is the lesson learned, "Everything I touch DIES?" Or maybe it's "Everyone Should Spread Their Seed Around." I'm not sure how the Catholic Church would like this, but it would make life pretty exciting. Maybe some NBA stars and Minnesota Vikings have read this book and when they scream "Who's Your Daddy Now?!" after a big play, they're being literal.
My favorite in this category is Everything I Know I Learned on Acid. I've got no comment on this book, except, will acid help me get published? Is that how you did it? I thought you weren't supposed to get high on your own supply?
Now I've decided to enlighten the masses with my own posting on this topic. I'm going to research my dog and my cat, and teach you everything you need to know in life via their example.
Why you ask? You, whether you're a modern man or not, need someone to tell you how to live life and I'm just the person for that. I want to help YOU be a better person through my dog and cat's views on life. More importantly, if someone picks up this feed somewhere, I may get a book deal and a huge advance. However, I think someone may have beaten me to the punch. (Everything I Know About Men I Learned From My Dog) and (http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Farm/7478/learndog.htm
That's okay. I'm willing to do it for science, and hopefully, a huge payday!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Music and the Modern Man: Cover Songs
Have you ever been in the car after a long, hard day at work and are trying to unwind as your favorite radio station plays some good tunes? But then, as you approach home, something plays on the radio that is so aweful, so unexpected, you are too stunned to even turn the station. It's worse than the time "Muscrat Love" and "I got you Babe" were played back to back. It's worse than hearing Meatloaf's "I'd do anything for love (but I won't do that)". It's worse than being forced to listen to the entire hit catalog of the Backstreet Boys and Justin TImberlake while getting root canal.
My God, it's worse than 'pop' country music.
I'm talking about the playing of a classic song by another, newer, more hip rock group. You know, you hear the first few notes and think, "I love this song!" Then it quickly comes apparent, it's not really THAT song at all. It's the same song, only different.
It plays through the car like the gentle sounds of a fully throttled Harley.
"Why?" I screamed. "Why?" I may have started sobbing, but I'm comfortable with that, being a modern man and all.
The song that was playing in my car at the time was the classic "Under Pressure", by Queen and David Bowie, which is probably considered one of the best collaborative songs of all time, if not in the top hundred best songs of all time anyway.
That of course is my opinion. If you disagree, you can go back and listen to your Clay Atkins CD.
The wailing I did in the car wasn't because the song "Under Pressure" was being played. The problem was it wasn't Queen/Bowie who were playing it. It was being played by a band called, "My Chemical Romance." I've never had anything against the band. In fact, I think I even liked one of their other songs, but now they've gone too far. There are certain things you can and cannot do in the music business.
Actually, from the things I've read about Led Zeppelin, groupies, and fish, it appears you can do just about anything you'd really like in the music business, but that doesn't excuse what M.C.R. did to me that day.
They ruined a classic and caused me to stain a perfectly good tie as I wiped my eyes of the tears.
So let's keep this simple. When it comes to ripping off another person's song by playing a 'cover' of it, you have to live by these rules.
1) You may play any song live in concert. I don't care if it's one of your own, a classic rock tune, or the famous, "The Pope Sings Liberace." Live you do what you want, when you want how you want.
2) If you really need to make a cover song because your producer thinks it will help your careers, pick an obscure, but cool song by a famous artist. How about "One of these Days" by Pink Floyd or "Murder by Numbers" by the Police? Come on! You're musicians. You're supposed to be creative!
3) If you plan on making a remake of a classic, you must:
a) Change it to the point of being almost completely different from the original.
Hendrix did this with "All Along the Watchtower" (original Dylan). It rocks!
Led Zeppelin did it with "In my Time of Dying" (original Dylan). It rocks!
Guns and Roses did it with "Live and Let Die." (Paul McCarthy) It wasn't horribly different, but they took it to a completely new level. Plus, It rocks!
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, , Blinded by the Light (original Springsteen) It rocks!
Vanilla Ice did it with "Under Pressure" (original Queen/Bowie). It sucks! But at least it didn't completly ruin the song for me (although it came close).
4) If you are planning on doing a cover of a classic, put it on an album, and then not change it enough to not ruin it for the rest of us the penalty should be one of these two things:
I. ALL GROUPIES SHALL BE TAKEN FROM YOUR PLACE, AND BROUGHT ROUND TO MY PLACE.
II. YOU MUST TOUR WITH YOUR WIFE/GIRLFRIEND CHAINED TO YOU AT ALL TIMES.
I'm not sure how my wife will react to the first one, but it is a punishment befitting of the crime, although I'm sure she would ask me what the groupies did to deserve it.
5) If you really, really like the music of another band, become a cover band of that band. Then you will only be tempted to play these songs live. Some of these bands have even been fairly successful. "Sticky Fingers" (Rolling Stones) and "The Machine" (Pink Floyd) are a fun night out.
6) This is the most important one. Michael Bolton is not allowed to remake ANYTHING, ever.
So, Limp Bizkit, no more "Behind Blue Eyes." Sheryl Crow, I love your music, but not "Sweet Child o Mine." And good Lord, why the @#$#@ would Madonna even try to cover "American Pie."
So be careful. We'll be watching and listening for more of these bands making more horrible covers.
How else are we going to get groupies around here?
(Post a post if you've been horrified by a recent cover on the radio.)
My God, it's worse than 'pop' country music.
I'm talking about the playing of a classic song by another, newer, more hip rock group. You know, you hear the first few notes and think, "I love this song!" Then it quickly comes apparent, it's not really THAT song at all. It's the same song, only different.
It plays through the car like the gentle sounds of a fully throttled Harley.
"Why?" I screamed. "Why?" I may have started sobbing, but I'm comfortable with that, being a modern man and all.
The song that was playing in my car at the time was the classic "Under Pressure", by Queen and David Bowie, which is probably considered one of the best collaborative songs of all time, if not in the top hundred best songs of all time anyway.
That of course is my opinion. If you disagree, you can go back and listen to your Clay Atkins CD.
The wailing I did in the car wasn't because the song "Under Pressure" was being played. The problem was it wasn't Queen/Bowie who were playing it. It was being played by a band called, "My Chemical Romance." I've never had anything against the band. In fact, I think I even liked one of their other songs, but now they've gone too far. There are certain things you can and cannot do in the music business.
Actually, from the things I've read about Led Zeppelin, groupies, and fish, it appears you can do just about anything you'd really like in the music business, but that doesn't excuse what M.C.R. did to me that day.
They ruined a classic and caused me to stain a perfectly good tie as I wiped my eyes of the tears.
So let's keep this simple. When it comes to ripping off another person's song by playing a 'cover' of it, you have to live by these rules.
1) You may play any song live in concert. I don't care if it's one of your own, a classic rock tune, or the famous, "The Pope Sings Liberace." Live you do what you want, when you want how you want.
2) If you really need to make a cover song because your producer thinks it will help your careers, pick an obscure, but cool song by a famous artist. How about "One of these Days" by Pink Floyd or "Murder by Numbers" by the Police? Come on! You're musicians. You're supposed to be creative!
3) If you plan on making a remake of a classic, you must:
a) Change it to the point of being almost completely different from the original.
Hendrix did this with "All Along the Watchtower" (original Dylan). It rocks!
Led Zeppelin did it with "In my Time of Dying" (original Dylan). It rocks!
Guns and Roses did it with "Live and Let Die." (Paul McCarthy) It wasn't horribly different, but they took it to a completely new level. Plus, It rocks!
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, , Blinded by the Light (original Springsteen) It rocks!
Vanilla Ice did it with "Under Pressure" (original Queen/Bowie). It sucks! But at least it didn't completly ruin the song for me (although it came close).
4) If you are planning on doing a cover of a classic, put it on an album, and then not change it enough to not ruin it for the rest of us the penalty should be one of these two things:
I. ALL GROUPIES SHALL BE TAKEN FROM YOUR PLACE, AND BROUGHT ROUND TO MY PLACE.
II. YOU MUST TOUR WITH YOUR WIFE/GIRLFRIEND CHAINED TO YOU AT ALL TIMES.
I'm not sure how my wife will react to the first one, but it is a punishment befitting of the crime, although I'm sure she would ask me what the groupies did to deserve it.
5) If you really, really like the music of another band, become a cover band of that band. Then you will only be tempted to play these songs live. Some of these bands have even been fairly successful. "Sticky Fingers" (Rolling Stones) and "The Machine" (Pink Floyd) are a fun night out.
6) This is the most important one. Michael Bolton is not allowed to remake ANYTHING, ever.
So, Limp Bizkit, no more "Behind Blue Eyes." Sheryl Crow, I love your music, but not "Sweet Child o Mine." And good Lord, why the @#$#@ would Madonna even try to cover "American Pie."
So be careful. We'll be watching and listening for more of these bands making more horrible covers.
How else are we going to get groupies around here?
(Post a post if you've been horrified by a recent cover on the radio.)
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