(From Marie)
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Matt Everitt
November 29, 2004
Best Cover Versions Ever Named
A new poll of the Top 50 best cover versions of all time has just been published with Jimi Hendrix's version of Bob Dylan's ‘All Along the Watchtower’ topping the list, while the Top 10 includes The Beatles, Sid Vicious and Scissor Sisters.
The list of the Top 50 cover versions was chosen by Daily Telegraph music critics and includes well known favourites such as Johnny Cash’s version of U2’s ‘One’, Ryan Adams’ reworking of Oasis’ ‘Wonderwall’ and The Vines’ take on Outkast’s ‘Ms Jackson’.
Topping the list though was ‘All Along the Watchtower’ by The Jimi Hendrix Experience as recorded by the guitar legend in 1968, only one year after Bob Dylan wrote and recorded the original on his album ‘John Wesley Harding’.
Also in the Top 10 were Soft Cell’s legendary ‘Tainted Love’
from 1981, which has totally eclipsed the success of the 1964 Gloria Jones original, The Byrds version of another Dylan song, ‘Mr Tambourine Man’ and from this year ‘Comfortably Numb’ by the Scissor Sisters, which turned Pink Floyd’s 1979 ode to isolation and fear into a rather peppy glam disco track.
Many other entries in the Top 50 are far less well-know, though no less interesting sounding, including bearded folky Richard Thompson’s ‘Oops I Did it Again’, Brazilian samba combo Señor Coconut & His Orchestra take on Krafwerk’s ‘The Robots’ and ‘Rock el Casbah’ - Rachid Taha’s version of The Clash classic.
Best Cover Versions Ever Named
‘All Along the Watchtower’ Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1968
‘You Were Always on My Mind’ Pet Shop Boys, 1987
‘My Way’ Sid Vicious, 1979
‘Hallelujah’ Jeff Buckley, 1993
‘Respect’ - Aretha Franklin, 1967
‘Tainted Love’ Soft Cell, 1981
‘Mr Tambourine Man’ The Byrds, 1965
‘Twist and Shout’ The Beatles, 1963
‘Comfortably Numb’ Scissor Sisters, 2004
‘Mr Bojangles’ Nina Simone, 1971
‘Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow’ Roberta Flack, 1971
‘One’ Johnny Cash, 2002
‘My Favourite Things’ John Coltrane, 1960
‘Rocket Man’ Kate Bush, 1991
‘Wild Horses’ The Flying Burrito Bros, 1971
‘Billie Jean’Shinehead, 1984
‘Mad World’Gary Jules, 2003
‘Just Can't Get Enough’ Nouvelle Vague, 2004
‘Sweet Jane’ Cowboy Junkies, 1988
‘Police and Thieves’ The Clash, 1977
‘Only Love Can Break Your Heart’ St Etienne, 1990
‘(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction’ Devo, 1978
‘Caravan of Love’ Housemartins, 1986
‘Why Can't We Live Together’ Sade, 1985
‘Wonderwall’ Ryan Adams, 2004
‘I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself’ The White Stripes, 2003
‘Summertime Blues’ The Who, 1968
‘Jealous Guy’ Roxy Music, 1981
‘Black Steel’ Tricky, 1995
‘I'm A Believer’Robert Wyatt, 1974
‘Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word’ Mary J Blige, 2004
‘Chimes of Freedom’ Youssou N'dour, 1994
‘Money (That's What I Want)’ The Flying Lizards, 1980
‘Fell In Love With A Boy’ Joss Stone, 2003
‘Gloria’ Patti Smith, 1975
‘Dear Prudence’ Siouxsie & the Banshees, 1983
‘Heartbreak Hotel’ John Cale, 1975
‘Wichita Lineman’ Dennis Brown, 1970
‘Ms Jackson’ The Vines, 2002
‘I Fought The Law’ The Clash, 1979
‘Hazy Shade Of Winter’ The Bangles, 1987
‘It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City’ David Bowie, 1975
‘Jolene One Dove’ 1993
‘Oops I Did it Again’ Richard Thompson, 2003
‘Rock el Casbah’ Rachid Taha, 2004
The Robots’ Señor Coconut & His Orchestra, 2000
‘Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)’ The Wedding Present, 1990
‘Step On’ Happy Mondays, 1991
‘Going Back to My Roots’ Richie Havens, 1980
‘Don't Leave Me This Way’ The Communards, 1986
Best covers, ever
From Dick, about Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah:
A R T S / M U S I C
Keeping Up the Ghost
Singer-songwriter Jeff Buckley has achieved posthumous success on the strength of one song By JOSH TYRANGIEL
Monday, Nov. 29, 2004
Billboard magazine does not publish a posthumous pop chart, but if it did, Elvis and Tupac would have an everlasting grip on the top slots. Hovering just behind them would be Jeff Buckley. Buckley was not widely known during his life, and his productivity after death, while impressive, does not yet approach that of Presley or Shakur. But careerwise, he does have a few things going for him. In 1995 he was named one of PEOPLE's 50 Most Beautiful People. Two years later, on a spring day in Memphis, Tenn., Buckley, 30, put down the guitar on which he was writing songs for his second album, stepped into the Mississippi and drowned.
Now Buckley has two flourishing careers. His pretty face and early death have made him a cult hero, while his songs - or one of his songs - have turned him into TV's hottest sound-track artist, the bard of the Very Special Episode. The cult came first, and it feeds off more than one tragedy. Buckley's father, '70s folk singer Tim Buckley, abandoned his mother, pianist Mary Guibert, before Jeff was born, and father and son ended up meeting just once, in 1975, two months before the elder Buckley died of a heroin overdose at age 28. Jeff never spoke kindly of his dad, but he did inherit Tim's nimble vocal range and worked tirelessly on the New York City coffeehouse scene to develop his songwriting before landing a record deal with Columbia in 1992. Jeff's only album, 1994's Grace, was promising but inconsistent. It produced a minor hit, Last Goodbye, and featured exquisitely sung covers of Nina Simone's Lilac Wine and Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, but its eclecticism ruined its chances of getting noticed in the grunge era. When Buckley died, his fans mourned mostly what might have been.
Now a cottage industry of Buckleyana has bloomed to fill the void: Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk (1998), a two-disc set wrung from the Grace follow-up sessions; Mystery White Boy (2000), a live album; a five-CD Grace EPs boxed set of foreign releases (2002); a CD of loose ends titled Songs to No One 1991-1992 (2002); a two-disc Live at Sin-e DVD of coffeehouse footage (2003); and, just in August, the 10th anniversary Grace: Legacy Edition, featuring the original album, a B-sides disc and yet another DVD. (A Buckley documentary, Amazing Grace, is currently making the film-festival rounds.) It's possible that this posthumous heap originated in an honest impulse - much of it was curated by Guibert - but packaging every bad video, throwaway cover and alternate take not only appears greedy; it also has the side effect of making Buckley seem undisciplined and, worse yet, unpromising.
Oddly, the people doing the best job of memorializing Buckley are the so-called song pimps, whose business it is to sell an artist's back catalog to movies and TV shows. A few years ago, Sony ATV, Buckley's publisher, put tracks from Grace on the compilation discs it uses to lure entertainment executives. Soon producers were forking over mid - five figures for Buckley's Hallelujah cover. Cohen murmured the original like a dirge, but except for a single overwrought breath before the music kicks in, Buckley treated the 7-min. song like a tiny capsule of humanity, using his voice to careen between glory and sadness, beauty and pain, mostly just by repeating the word hallelujah. It's not only Buckley's best song - it's one of the great songs, and because it covers so much emotional ground and is not (yet) a painfully obvious choice, it has become the go-to track whenever a TV show wants to create instant mood. "Hallelujah can be joyous or bittersweet, depending on what part of it you use," says Sony ATV's Kathy Coleman. "It's one of those rare songs in this business that the more it gets used, the more people want to use it."
So far the song has appeared on The West Wing, Crossing Jordan, Third Watch, Scrubs, Without a Trace, The O.C. and, two weeks ago, LAX. (It has also sneaked onto the iTunes Top 100.) Some shows use just a snippet, but The West Wing and Without a Trace let it play for minutes over their season finales, a tacit admission that neither the writers nor the actors could convey their characters' emotions as well as Buckley. It's proof that in his brief life, Jeff Buckley did achieve some kind of grace.
>From the Nov. 29, 2004 issue of TIME magazine
A R T S / M U S I C
Keeping Up the Ghost
Singer-songwriter Jeff Buckley has achieved posthumous success on the strength of one song By JOSH TYRANGIEL
Monday, Nov. 29, 2004
Billboard magazine does not publish a posthumous pop chart, but if it did, Elvis and Tupac would have an everlasting grip on the top slots. Hovering just behind them would be Jeff Buckley. Buckley was not widely known during his life, and his productivity after death, while impressive, does not yet approach that of Presley or Shakur. But careerwise, he does have a few things going for him. In 1995 he was named one of PEOPLE's 50 Most Beautiful People. Two years later, on a spring day in Memphis, Tenn., Buckley, 30, put down the guitar on which he was writing songs for his second album, stepped into the Mississippi and drowned.
Now Buckley has two flourishing careers. His pretty face and early death have made him a cult hero, while his songs - or one of his songs - have turned him into TV's hottest sound-track artist, the bard of the Very Special Episode. The cult came first, and it feeds off more than one tragedy. Buckley's father, '70s folk singer Tim Buckley, abandoned his mother, pianist Mary Guibert, before Jeff was born, and father and son ended up meeting just once, in 1975, two months before the elder Buckley died of a heroin overdose at age 28. Jeff never spoke kindly of his dad, but he did inherit Tim's nimble vocal range and worked tirelessly on the New York City coffeehouse scene to develop his songwriting before landing a record deal with Columbia in 1992. Jeff's only album, 1994's Grace, was promising but inconsistent. It produced a minor hit, Last Goodbye, and featured exquisitely sung covers of Nina Simone's Lilac Wine and Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, but its eclecticism ruined its chances of getting noticed in the grunge era. When Buckley died, his fans mourned mostly what might have been.
Now a cottage industry of Buckleyana has bloomed to fill the void: Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk (1998), a two-disc set wrung from the Grace follow-up sessions; Mystery White Boy (2000), a live album; a five-CD Grace EPs boxed set of foreign releases (2002); a CD of loose ends titled Songs to No One 1991-1992 (2002); a two-disc Live at Sin-e DVD of coffeehouse footage (2003); and, just in August, the 10th anniversary Grace: Legacy Edition, featuring the original album, a B-sides disc and yet another DVD. (A Buckley documentary, Amazing Grace, is currently making the film-festival rounds.) It's possible that this posthumous heap originated in an honest impulse - much of it was curated by Guibert - but packaging every bad video, throwaway cover and alternate take not only appears greedy; it also has the side effect of making Buckley seem undisciplined and, worse yet, unpromising.
Oddly, the people doing the best job of memorializing Buckley are the so-called song pimps, whose business it is to sell an artist's back catalog to movies and TV shows. A few years ago, Sony ATV, Buckley's publisher, put tracks from Grace on the compilation discs it uses to lure entertainment executives. Soon producers were forking over mid - five figures for Buckley's Hallelujah cover. Cohen murmured the original like a dirge, but except for a single overwrought breath before the music kicks in, Buckley treated the 7-min. song like a tiny capsule of humanity, using his voice to careen between glory and sadness, beauty and pain, mostly just by repeating the word hallelujah. It's not only Buckley's best song - it's one of the great songs, and because it covers so much emotional ground and is not (yet) a painfully obvious choice, it has become the go-to track whenever a TV show wants to create instant mood. "Hallelujah can be joyous or bittersweet, depending on what part of it you use," says Sony ATV's Kathy Coleman. "It's one of those rare songs in this business that the more it gets used, the more people want to use it."
So far the song has appeared on The West Wing, Crossing Jordan, Third Watch, Scrubs, Without a Trace, The O.C. and, two weeks ago, LAX. (It has also sneaked onto the iTunes Top 100.) Some shows use just a snippet, but The West Wing and Without a Trace let it play for minutes over their season finales, a tacit admission that neither the writers nor the actors could convey their characters' emotions as well as Buckley. It's proof that in his brief life, Jeff Buckley did achieve some kind of grace.
>From the Nov. 29, 2004 issue of TIME magazine
Whatever they say, they don't force me believe that Buckley's version is better than Leonard's. Who can say that? Even Cale's better than Buckley's, and Rufus' the best after LC's. They are right, just one cover, and years of releasing such stupidities as audience recording from Olympia. I'm sick of this, with all the regard to the man's sad destiny. Sorry.