You’re driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces pieces pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use >>

There was this flashback programme on TV tonight and bugger me if driftwood didn't appear as a song from the nineties. Was it that long ago that Travis were a big band? And how was it ever possible that a bunch of pleasantly bland scotsman threatened world domination? That's just bizzare.

As bizzare as an equally bland, upper-class englishman coming up with a line like this "For you i bleed myself dry". Did he use that line winning the heart of the whitest woman in the world? 'course, she doesn't look she has much blood in her, so perhaps she felt an affinity to him. I actually own a Coldplay album, but only because my aunt gave me one on the grounds that Chris Martin went to school with my cousin. Or is it, "my cousin went to school with Chris Martin"? Either way, i'd never listen to a band like that normally. They're a little too white for me; stemming more from the Beatles school of English rock-pop as opposed to the Stones school of bluesy riffs.

(if you haven't figured it out yet, this post is going nowhere)

I'm listening to Johnny Cash doing his version of One - and that cover has so much right about it, it has a glory that trancends mere popular music. And coming crashing back to earth, 8. Destiny's Child - Independent Women?!?!?!?!!? At least the ass-monkeys who voted for it also gave Aretha her props. 'cause I'd hurt them if they didn't. Why am I stressing about a two year old music poll? I dunno. it's 11pm and i'm bored and too tired to sleep.

Now I'm listening to Black Flag doing their version of Louie, Louie. Is today gonna be another cover night? And if this is what I'm listening to, I need to crack open some lagers and lose my inhibitions because I really want to sing along. No wait, I'm alone. I don't need alcohol. There's a statment that could bear analyzing.

Cover night? Is it fuck - rise above. cool. and off to bed we go.

Here's to real music filling the hollow places.

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