Every version I like of this song has been going through my head all day and a certain bummer anniversary is coming up so it's probably going to continue to idle in my brain for another week. First up, The Band. Oh boy, Eric Clapton is the worst. Skip past him. I do not know if this Bulgarian bootleg is of The Grammys or what but it is live and good and Levon Helm + Rick Danko are crushing it 25 years after The Last Waltz.
Here is the plain version if your computer loads slow as molasses and you need the semi-OG Cahoots version.
Then Elliott Smith (and Sam C.!) are doing it back in the 90s.
I am staunchly in favor of covers. I love them. I love when musicians I love do covers of songs I love. It validates your love of an artist through a mutuality of taste; it's like the best sort of present from the best kind of boyfriend/girlfriend. The ones that are true surprises and exactly what you wanted but did not know you wanted. Not the kind of gift you mention wanting and then get, but them knowing you so well and extrapolating your likes, your inner (corny) essence, into something beyond your own (generally pretty low) expectations. It's actually a double gift because you're getting the gift of being understanding too. Whoa, double rainbow all the way.
They feel very rare these kinds of gifts. Even if rock stars are strangers, them doing a cover of a song you love feels like a sliver of that perfect gift feeling. And if on top of all that pent-up love for covers, you go and make it a Bob Dylan cover well fuck me, I'm plotzed.
packin' it on up!
Yves Saint Laurent S/S 2011
Ugggh, I loved everything tip to toe. The severe school matron hair all the way down to the platform python wedges. The whole collection felt tight, like Stefano was finally getting his Kaiser on, if you know what I'm saying. Respect the brand! I loved how nearly everything had a belt but didn't look Mobama'd. There was no "cinch it with a belt" feel. I hate the zhuzhing of poorly fitted items with belts to create a waistline. I almost wish for a single term presidency so she'll cease being a style icon. I do not know anyone that cares what she wears and do not understand why 3 years later people are still monitoring her on a daily basis. No one would think of photographing any other "tasteful" rich lady lawyer from Chicago because they are totally boring!
I loved the floral dress they put Lindsey Wixson in, that girl sure is a winner and gets the best outfits. Her face is all the personality she needs. I know Freja opens and closes a lot of shows but her and Snejana's forearm tattoos are NOT invited back to my theoretical runway. Visible tattoos are enough to put me off a designer's look and she is conspicuously not in any of my Spring picks. I don't need your weak personality interfering with a very specific story a designer is trying to sell. This isn't editorial work, cover that shit up. I think too many girls saw Gia as a modeling primer. That story ended in AIDS and bad poetry, so knock that shit off. Again I have to reiterate, tattoos? Really? Still? I'm that emphatic about it.
I'm pretty tired of doing these. Fashion month gets boring much quicker as I get older and I begin to feel like I'm scrolling through lookbook.nu and everyone no matter how interesting, seems to exist on a sliding scale of desperation for acceptance. I'd like to use my editorial eye if I thought it mattered and saved anyone the bother of looking through that boring Hermès show but it probably won't. You weren't going to look at it anyway because you're the worst.
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