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Cover v. Original: Morning Dew

The original: “Morning Dew” by Bonnie Dobson

The contenders: The Grateful Dead, Jeff Beck, Lulu, Devo (video below), Einstürzende Neubauten, & Lee Hazlewood (link to mp3 below).

I’m not sure whether it’s the oppressive heat, the path of destruction being left throughout east Asia by typhoon Marakot, or my recent viewing of the trailer for Roland Emmerich’s next masterwork 2012 that’s got me feeling, well, feelin’ a little apocalyptic.

I suppose Nevil Shute must have felt that way in 1957 when he penned his novel “On The Beach”, a bleak tale of nuclear war in which the forced euthanasia of an infant is one of the more positive occurrences on humanity’s inexorable march to extinction. Shute didn’t have to worry about our modern doomsday scenarios (it’s gonna be the LHC, I tell you); no, in the 50’s men were men and our impending doom was an old-fashioned nuclear holocaust.

The novel struck a chord with a lot of people, probably because they had been performing duck & cover drills before homeroom since the Soviets got the bomb in 1949. Stanley Kramer adopted the novel was into a film starring Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner in 1959 and it was this film that inspired a young Bonnie Dobson to write “Morning Dew” in 1962.

Dobson’s lyrics lament a world in which nothing is spared by the apocalypse: “You didn’t hear no young man cry/Now there is no more morning dew” – the end will be swift and brutal. The relentless hopelessness of Shute’s novel hammered home, that was not a young man crying out, it was humanity’s death rattle.

Dobson’s version of the song, recorded live in 1962 at Folk City in Greenwich Village consists of just Dobson’s voice and guitar accompaniment and was a modest success. The song was destined to become another slightly well-known folk standard until it was plucked from obscurity by a soon-to-be world famous band from San Francisco.

The Grateful Dead, hippies, Jerry Garcia, Dick’s Picks… honestly, nuclear holocaust doesn’t seem like a bad option when confronted with this list. But crazy as it may seem, The Dead did occasionally pull a gem out of their never-ending pile of boring, pointless, patchouli-scented jams (and even one fair-to-good album!). On their 1967 debut, they wisely chose to stick to someone else’s songwriting for at least one track, and cut their own version of “Morning Dew”. It became a live favorite that the band played for decades. Their version, expanded for a full band, takes the song from its stark folk roots and turns it into a nice piece of west-coast psychedelia. The Dead’s version lacks the ominous sorrow of Dobson’s original, but its midtempo, laid-back vibe has considerable charm of it’s own. On the other hand, all it takes is one Deadhead completely missing the point of the song and talking about “Jerry’s moving and soulful riffs” to consider getting your hands on the suicide pills handed out to the victims of radiation in On The Beach.

Inexplicably, this song about nuclear holocaust, written by a relatively unknown Canadian folkie went on to be covered by a wide range of artists. Maybe it’s the timeless subject matter of our species’ march toward annihilation, or maybe it’s just good songwriting. But now it’s time for a battle royale to determine which version of this song is the best, one of the covers or the original. Before you vote, let’s take a look at some of the other contenders in addition to the Grateful Dead.

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Verdict: Fischerspooner’s Good, Wire’s Damn Good.

Cover v. Original: The 15th

Verdict: Wire

When comparing Fischerspooner’s version with the live version by Wire, a cruder version of Wire’s awesomeness, one can see that Fischerspooner does really hold its own on the song.  Based on the interviews, you could even say that they “get” the song.  They’ve made it theirs.

But, in order to make my decision, I couldn’t use Wire’s live version.  That’s a whole different set of philosophical questions – cause is each performance a cover of the original – I had to compare studio version with studio version.

In other words, I used Wire’s version from 154.

And, that version is damn good.

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Cover v. Original: The 15th

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COVER: FISCHERSPOONER


ORIGINAL: WIRE

Cover v. Original works like this:  A contributor presents covers and originals in a post.  Readers debate over which is better in the comments.  Final verdict is given about one week later.

Verdict: Map Ref 41°N 93°W

Yes, friends, it’s finally time to reveal the winner of Cover v. Original #3: Wire v. My Bloody Valentine (N/A as mp3). The original art-punks versus the original shoegazers. Two will enter, but only one will leave.

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Cover v. Original: Map Ref 41°N 93°W

A special version of Cover v. Original in honor of the twin highlights of my year. In this corner, Wire’s original “Map Ref 41°N 93°W“. In the other corner, My Bloody Valentine’s cover of the song.

A classic pop song, “Map Ref 41°N 93°W” was released as a single b/w “Go Ahead” in October of 1979. It also appeared on Wire’s 1979 album 154

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Verdict: Lost in the Supermarket

Our readers have overwhelmingly voted for the Clash (3-1).

I knew this would happen. In fact, it’s the whole reason I proposed this song. I’m subversive like that.

Here’s the deal. The Clash are good. Damn good. I mean phenomenally good. “Lost in the Supermarket” is one of my favorite songs. But what I’m afraid of with bands such as the Clash, is that they’ve become so entrenched as musical greats that we (by ‘we’ I mean ‘me’) are not allowed to say or believe that another band can cover their song and actually do it better. We are forced into believing that a groundbreaking band such as the Clash can do no wrong. That their creations are perfection and cannot be improved upon. Well, as much as I love the Clash, and I do love them enormously, I think that is rubbish.

The Afghan Whigs are a good band. Not a great band. Not even close to the level of the Clash. They are not creators or innovators like the Clash. But goddamn, they really took “Lost in the Supermarket” to a new level. This song is lyrically haunting. It’s surreal, topsy-turvy, and dream-like. And we have the Clash to thank for that.

I wasnt born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

The Clash have written of an experience of loneliness and isolation. It’s figured in the surreal space of a supermarket, with never-ending aisles, a ghostly voice over the PA (not actually in the song, but the picture that is painted by the lyrics) announcing the specials that you can never actually find. There is the image of the ghostly/sterile overhead lights. All of this figured as metaphor for an equally dystopic life, from birth (falling out), arguing parents, self-medication, and a going nowhere adult existence. There is an idea of going through the motions, taking note of everything as inconsequential, and giving oneself over the inevitable ephemeral sense of being utterly and completely alone. Brilliantly appropriated to the overly capitalist concept of the supermarket. Everything you need but nothing useful. Possibly THE definition of loneliness.

This is brilliantly painted by the lyrics. However, it’s the Afghan Whigs who brilliantly perform them. The music they produce for the lyrics sonically mimics that emptiness and ghostly surreal existence/experience. From the start of the haunting background voice echoing lyrics and floating “oohs” and “ahhs.” It all serves to fill up space/silence in such away that we are forced to confront exactly what the sound is trying to hide, emptiness. I think this is where the Clash fails the song. Their simplistic (I don’t mean that in the pejorative) style of play leaves the lyrics to act on their own, which I believe in the case of this song, leaves one wanting. The Afghan Whigs give us a way to experience the song, rather than just listening to it.

Long live the Clash.

Cover v. Original works like this:  A contributor presents covers and originals in a post.  Readers debate over which is better in the comments.  Final verdict is given about one week later.

Verdict: Francophiles Love Nouvelle Vague

Cover v. Original: Friday Night, Saturday Morning

Verdict:  Nouvelle Vague

First, let me admit my own ignorance.

Before I heard the Nouvelle Vague version of this song, I had never heard of The Specials.

If that isn’t enough to turn you away from reading the rest of my review, let me also admit that when I think of ska, the scene in Clueless featuring the Mighty, Mighty Bosstones flashes through my mind.

There.  I’ve laid it all out on the table.  I’m totally unhip.

On the other hand, my naivete is precisely what qualifies me to choose Nouvelle Vague’s cover of the song: I’m a fan of French pop.

In fact, that’s what introduced me to the song in the first place.  I hadn’t heard of Nouvelle Vague until a friend of mine, who I’ll characterize as a religious New Wave/post-punk fan, recommended the album to me.  …after I disclosed my then-obsession with Brigitte Bardot, Jane Birkin, and Francoise Hardy.

(Evidence of Francophilia: “Je T’aime, Moi Non Plus” performed by Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg)

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Cover v. Original: Lost in the Supermarket

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Cover v. Original works like this:  A contributor presents covers and originals in a post.  Readers debate over which is better in the comments.  Final verdict is given about one week later.

Cover v. Original: Friday Night, Saturday Morning

first edition of a new column.

readers, you have one week to debate it out in the comments.  look for the post-author’s response next week.

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