A wild post appeared! With covers!

Hooray for (mostly) pop music revamped in a way that’s hard to hate!

(Seriously, the Miley Cyrus covers are worth it, I swear)

 

“We Can’t Stop (Cover/Mashup)”

BΔSTILLE

(original by Miley Cyrus, with bits of “Achy Breaky Heart” by Billy Ray Cyrus and “Lose Yourself” by Eminem because WHY NOT?!)

2013

 

 

“Stay (Cover)”

Thirty Seconds to Mars

(original by Rihanna)

2013

 

 

“Pure Imagination (Cover)”

Fiona Apple

(original from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, 1971)

2013

 

 

“Wrecking Ball (Country/Bluegrass Cover)”

The Gregory Brothers

(original by Miley Cyrus)

2013

 

 

“Midnight City (Cover)”

The Last Bison

(original by M83)

2013

 

 

“We Can’t Stop (1950s Doo Wop Cover)”

Postmodern Jukebox

(original by Miley Cyrus)

2013

 

 

“Home (Cover)”

Charles Perry

(original by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)

2012

I was just thinking that this boat is sinking

“I Was Just Thinking”

Teitur

2003

Poetry & Aeroplanes

 

Could you take my picture? Cause I won’t remember…

“Take a Picture”

Filter

1999

Title of Record

I had the hardest time figuring out what the hell this song’s lyrics were when it came out. In middle school, I took a shower in the evenings during the top 20 countdown on my local mainstream radio station, and I’m not sure if it was the running water or Richard Patrick’s mumbling, but I swear I didn’t learn the actual lyrics until maybe college.

Examples:

“Awake on my airplane” –> “Away on my airplane” or  “Wake on my airplane” or “I wake on my my airplane” or “Cake on my airplane” or “Wake on my ‘ohrploon'”

“My skin is theirs” –> “My skin is there”

“I feel like a newborn” –> “I feel like a new boy” or “I feel like  a new boy” or “I feel like a new ‘bohhhwwwww'”

“Could you take my picture? –> “Could you wanna take my picture?” or “Do you wanna take my picture?”  or “Could you, uh, take my picture?” or “You wanna take my picture” (I still think there’s too many syllables between “could you” and “take”)

“Your prophecy” –> “‘Improvisy'”

“Should not be left alone” –> “Should not be left along” or “Should not be left ‘along-a’.”

“Hey, dad, what do you think about your son now?” –> “Eyyy, daaaah, wayoothinabowyer suhnoooowwww?”

That last one made me confuse Filter and Pearl Jam and even Creed for a short period of time. Eddie Vedder has marbles in his mouth and Scott Stapp just has invisible diarrhea flowing freely from his mouth.

YASSEAH!

I miss those blue eyes

“I Never Told You”

Colbie Caillat

2009

Breakthrough

If Colbie Caillat wanted to write a universally relatable and heartbreaking song — which I happen to hate having in my head because it depresses me so much — she did it.

This has been a freakishly emotional week. I’m definitely glad to be done with it, especially since I have so many reasonably enjoyable things to do next week.

It’s not so bad; you’re only the best I ever had.

“Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)”

Vertical Horizon

1999

Everything You Want


The past few days have been weird. I worked late most of last week to a) make up for the snow days and b) make sure all my stuff (save my computer and one pen) was moved to my new office.

My company has been running things out of a rented retail space that used to be a Starbucks. Before we moved in, we modified it to make it work for us — and it did look quite nice — but I was still basically working exactly where the baristas used to serve lattes every day.

 

Starbucks barista

"Sure, I'll get right on that tall half-skinny half-1% latte with whip just as soon as I finish designing this logo!"

Several years ago, we built an office on a property we owned, but we rented it out when the local Starbucks folded and the landlord offered us the space for free when he couldn’t find a tenant. We decided to use the old Starbucks as a temporary space, and figured we’d move back whenever necessary. We’ve just finished renovating the old office and we’re moving back in on Tuesday.

See, there are a few problems with running an office out of a space that was meant for a Starbucks. The first issue was that there was no real “office” space. My boss had a large cubicle-ish structure built at the end of the bar for his office, but the rest of us were working at the bar itself or in a desk that had been set up just kind of anywhere.

 

Starbucks interior

This is not an office

 

This made us aware of our largest issue: noise. Imagine an empty Starbucks; no tables and chairs, no little kiosks for overpriced CDs and ground coffee, no coffee machines, no muzak — nothing. When all these things are taken out of this kind of space, you can sit at your desk in the front and hear a pin drop in the bathroom (so, imagine when someone is actually using the bathroom). Not only that, but since my boss’s office-cubicle-thing didn’t have full-height walls, every employee heard EVERYTHING he said.

Bosses — bosses who do their job appropriately, anyway — have very delicate jobs. They need to have a fairly private place to handle private meetings, discuss inner-workings of the company, and handle employee issues… not to mention sensitive phone calls.

"Dilbert" by Scott Adams - 07/03/05

However, since there was no such private space in the old Starbucks, everyone knew everything about the company and employees, whether they needed to know or not. This led to a lot of very awkward issues in and out of the office. Miscommunication, misunderstandings, hurt feelings, gossiping, paranoia — things that will happen in most office environments anyway, but to an extreme degree. It was madness — the kind that would have been avoided with the private offices we’d had before.

So, we’re returning to our old place. While we were renting it, the layout was changed a bit — so, what used to be my office on the first floor was gone. The most private office spaces had been changed around a bit, so while things were going to be much more acceptable than Starbucks, I wasn’t guaranteed a private office.

"Dilbert" by Scott Adams - 4/14/08

When we originally built the office building, the vice president had a corner office on the second floor that was absolutely beautiful. It was large, private, and had a ton of natural light. If that building were a home, that would be the office I’d use as my bedroom.

I’d been working on the first floor between two other offices. My office also had a door and a window, but the window just looked into some pretty thick foliage, and if I left my door closed, air didn’t circulate terribly well. It was fine for me, though.

When it was announced that we’d be moving back, I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going to end up. All I was really hoping for was a room with four walls and enough space for my desk and a chair.

After I got off work on Friday, I stopped by our new/old office to see how the new space had been set up. I hadn’t seen it since the floorplan had changed, so I just wanted to know what I’d be dealing with on Tuesday.

I walked around the first floor, which had my boss’s office in the corner and a few areas for work spaces. I didn’t see my stuff, though, so I went upstairs.

My eyes immediately went to where that gorgeous corner office had been, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still there. I was there after dark, so I couldn’t see very well, but I could tell that it hadn’t been changed at all.

I spent a few minutes wandering around looking for my stuff. After a while I became slightly concerned, because I’d made sure to pack and label everything clearly… and I knew there would be hell to pay if my favorite stapler had been misplaced (yes, I mean that).

Milton's stapler - "Office Space"

My stapler: I believe you have it.

Finally, the only place I hadn’t checked was the corner office. I flipped on the light to find not only my desk and boxes, but extra bookshelves and storage space. It sounds stupid, but I think my heart skipped a beat.

I am usually pretty happy at work. I have a creative job that gives me a lot of freedom to do things the way I’d like. When I’m not working on design, though, I have plenty of time to handle the company’s IT. I’m not really a left- or right-brained person, so the ability to switch back and forth between fluid and rigid occupations in the same day is an absolute dream.

But this — this office is everything I could ever ask for. It’s large but cozy, bright and cheerful, private and comfortable. Now, I just need to move the entire office about 15 miles closer to my house and a raise… but I’m definitely not complaining.

Anyway… besides all that, I’ve been having some ridiculous nightmares recently — I’ve been waking up at 5 AM and focusing on the fact that whatever I’d just experienced was only a dream… so if there is a song, I’m not paying attention to it. Today was the first day I ended up with anything mentionable.

“all the events that made your heart bleed and the ones that ruined your day”

“Love On The Rocks With No Ice”

The Darkness

2003

Permission to Land

 

Believe it or not, this *was* actually the song in my head this morning. When I was a senior in high school, I used to drive my 15-year-old neighbor to school with me, and I’m pretty sure I tortured him with this album more than once. Sorry about that, Carey.

 

“go! you gotta get away from me! ’cause you… you want nothing to do with me.”

“Beating Heart Baby”

Head Automatica

2004

Decadence

I fucking love this song. and this version of the video — I’ll “not available in your region” you, YouTube.

 

Anyway, it’s a twofer today.

I still don’t know how I feel about this next one — in part because if they had any indie cred, Miley Cyrus apparently stole it, or Myspace stole it, or Billy Ray Cyrus* stole it, or Disney stole it or — actually I’m pretty sure they never had any indie cred at all (if they did, I obviously would have owned their first limited-edition imported EP on vinyl before the band even got together). Now, how much I actually know about all of this is up for debate.

So, anyway, I heard this on the radio a while back when I checked to see if they invented any good radio stations during the last few years. Answer: No.

 

Shake It

Metro Station

2008

Metro Station

 

* Billy Ray Cyrus destroyed my childhood when he performed “Achy Breaky Heart” on “America’s Funniest Home Videos” with his mullet and his cut-off “my people” shirt on February 9th, 1992. That was the day the music died. I hate honky tonk so much.