Actually, they're pretty good. I'd pay money to see that.
Here's a great (1970) version of the original:
Black Sabbath's guitar player, Tony Iommi, was very original and inspired. But he nearly quit playing as a teen after losing two fingertips in an accident. A coworker urged him on, playing a Django Reinhardt recording for him:
My friend said, 'Listen to this guy play,' and I went, 'No way! Listening to someone play the guitar is the very last thing I want to do right now!' But he kept insisting and he ended up playing the record for me. I told him I thought it was really good and then he said, 'You know, the guy's only playing with two fingers on his fretboard hand because of an injury he sustained in a terrible fire.' I was totally knocked back by this revelation and was so impressed by what I had just heard that I suddenly became inspired to start trying to play again. link
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I love it. I've been singing that song to myself and irritating others with it since I was a kid. I really like the Brown Sabbath version too. I love horns in rock songs. Chicago, Tower of Power, The Stones, etc.
I don't know how to describe the Brown Sabbath version--it's almost like tasteful parody--almost like Dread Zeppelin. Obviously, the musicians take it all very seriously because they "get" every great original nuance of the original song: drums, guitar, etc. The singer is a polar opposite of Ozzy Osbourne.
I saw Black Sabbath in 1974. By that time, they could barely put on a show. I had been an enthusiastic fan for a couple years, but I lost interest in them after "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" and stopped buying their stuff altogether. My older brother tried to get me to see their reunion show in 2012, but I declined; now I regret that decision.
Tony Iommi had leukemia (I read) and they had planned another reunion tour. But the drummer, Bill Ward, was excluded. That pisses me off. Look how hard the guy works in that 1970 video! They all need to kiss and make up before one of them drops dead, IMHO.
Sidebar at Ace has an entry titled 'here are some words" the link goes to a comic video a minute in, or I didn't catch the front end, that had me laughing so hard my face was wet with tears. I actually cried laughing it is so f'n funny. A song sung purposefully badly, so badly it whines and whinges and you can barely make out words dreadful dreadful music exceedingly painful to hear and a test of one's patience, chosen by a young drag queen dressed head to toe pink. The dancing is just as bad. The exaggerated badness of the music and the exaggerated badness of the drag and the exaggerated badness of the dancing, combined with the effort of recording, bad staging, sick lighting, etc., the trouble of pursuing the joke and uploading if not editing is funny beyond anything that is funny by being good. It's perfect post-modern humor and it is drop dead hilarious.
The singing stops, the pink character looks up and a genuine female voice says, "thank you so very much."
And I'm wut.
No comprendo snap me le vous pop shortcircuit.
That was you singing? It looked like crap lip-synching. This is you thinking you're good? We're being put on. Massively. Surely. The sincerity at start of video and end of video and down in comments is SURELY extending the joke.
See, it's a double warp here because you're a female who made herself look like a drag queen imitating a women exceedingly poorly as a joke. But there's no drag about it, appearing more direct satire than that, a woman doing an exceedingly poor job of imitating a woman entertainer. Directly funny. A woman imitating poor drag, indirectly funny. That's what's post-modern about it, it's fun house mirror warped.
And the song, you cannot be serious because you have ears. We all hear ourselves recorded and go, "Shit, that's me?" But you listened to your own noise-as-singing here and went "Hey that's pretty good." If the act is to be believed, but it is not.
Finally, if it really is that badly authentic, then Sister, you are much MUCH MUCH more entertaining than you can possibly know.
As such unfortunately it is cruel to be watching for that entertainment and unkind so we must no longer laugh.
What a buzzkill. I can't go to heaven If I keep laughing at you. The forgiveness thing only works once.
Jesus: You laughed at that retarded chick's video twice.
Me: I know, Jesus, I'm sorry, I really am. Can't you see in my heart and tell that I am? After all, the second time I laughed at the retarded chick who thinks she's a great entertainer was the first time I ever laughed twice at a retarded chick like that because I mean come on.
Jesus: It's not mathematical, and that'w the problem with you, Chip, I do see into your heart and we both know you'd laugh a third time at the retarded chick who thinks she's great if you watched and you'd laugh a fourth and fifth time and you'd put it up in a party and I admit that's some funny shit right there. You don't know how many people like you she got hung up with that video, you're just one, Dude.
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