Ah, Look At All The Lonely People.

If you're a long time reader of S & Cs you know by now that I'm a youtubaholic. I get stuck so bad on Youtube it's pathetic. Tonite was no different. I actually had a purpose when I clicked the link... I wanted to hear Eleanor Rigby, to kinda play along on the mando and see what it sounded like.

I got sidetracked.

I got started listening to... I don't really know, maybe 30 or 40 versions of Eleanor, I couldn't stop. So I just decided to gloss over some of 'em and link in 'em in here. I'll try and weed out the turds for you. Keep an open mind 'cause my critique is pretty broad in styles.

This is a too long blog post. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

First a cover by Thrice. It bores me. Not much extra goin' on here. A bit of a drive towards the end, some screaming vocals that add a bit of interest but mostly... it sucks.






Ray Charles. That's all I need to say 'bout this one. Okay, one more thing. Awesome.







Next is a 1970 cover by a band called The Zoot. Not a bad cover but the highlight of this one is a babyish Rick Springfield on guitar in this band.








Acceptance. I don't. They suck. The singer is pretentious, the guitar player needs to cover his entire body with Preparation H... Might take away some of the soreness.







Godhead. I really liked this version a bunch. The singer is a little scary looking in a mascara laden Uncle Fester sort of way... but he probably had a rough childhood and came from a broken home, someone might have stomped his parakeet to death or something. Lotta style.








Some guy that's probably famous but I don't know him so he ain't squat. lol He's playing a carbon fiber turd and goes into some pretty cool effects. It held my attention for probably 45 seconds.







2 words. Stanley. Jordan. Stanley is ALWAYS worth listening to. Incredible fusion, tapping guitarist.







And I saved my favorite for last. A little 3 piece Latino band called "Gauchos". I never heard of 'em before, don't think they're famous anywhere, but they oughta be. The phonetically sung lyrics is killer lol but that little head banging, half sized bass player... he rules.








I'm all done with Eleanor now. No, I didn't even pick up my mandolin.







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