Having spent the last three hours or so listening to cover versions of Radiohead’s Airbag – an idea along the lines of “this song will illustrate some ‘novel’ and ‘amusing’ position upon whatever subject I’m going to abuse” – I’m now feeling somewhat powered out. Trust me – every single cover of that particular track, cherished dearly by the internet, is horrible. Every remix, every bedroom rendition with acoustic guitar. Every radio-friendly version performed by arena acts live from Maine or New Mexico, every avant garde interpretation with viola and electric power drill. All horrible. Zaps the enthusiasm. Creates fugue and listlessness. And that possibly includes the original…
So instead: words from Stewart Lee, valuable advice on historical music storage formats:
For the younger people, a record was like a massive, flat mp3. And there was almost no information on it at all, and it was really impractical, could break or warp in the heat and get scratched…but: it was better than your life.
Ajysytz / Airbag (and I’m not necessarily saying this is worth listening to…)