Update: If folks would post links to online versions of their suggestions as available, we’d have a pretty good afternoon concert going, don’t you think?
Bleg first…gotta sing for your supper, folks, more or less literally.
Here’s the story: I received a note from my younger brother today, another one of my siblings with all the musical talent I lack.* His mid-life crisis is manifesting itself:
I’ve just started playing keyboard with a rock band through Bandworks (they put together bands, help them practice for 8 weeks and set up a chance to perform for friends).
All well and good. But there is already trouble in paradise:
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The coordinator for our group had already selected several songs with good guitar and percussion but not great keyboard parts (at least not in their original version), and, they also all seem to have uninteresting melodies– designed for people with a vocal range of about three notes.
My bro voiced his desire for something a little meatier in the keyboard department than “When the Weight Comes Down,” and maybe with a tune a former SF Boys Chorister would enjoy singing.
My first idea was an old, old favorite, from the irreplaceable and much missed Warren Zevon:
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But then I thought, what are the intertubes for?
So what say you: give me your poor, your lonely, your rock or rock-ish tunes, good piano/keyboard part, something happening in the melody, yearning to be covered by middle aged guys in Berkeley, CA.
But, “Hey!” I hear you say. What about that reward?
This is a couple of years old now, maybe more — but I hadn’t seen it until another brother forwarded it to me this a.m. It is beyond surreal, perhaps NSFW, not exactly sensitive to more or less anyone’s sensibilities, (if Vegas showmanship, complete with quadrapedal lap dances, offend you, don’t watch)…
…and proof, if any were needed, that the French are different:
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To which, what can one say, except that “Naturellement Pulpeuse” would make a great rotating tag for this blog.
*I’m considering suing them for my share. In an idle kind of way it would be fascinating to see if I could find a lawyer willing to take the case. Make for a great decline and fall story, wouldn’t you say?