To The Duke and Hammers, thanks for your help in finding the elusive singer of the cover of "Wonderwall".
I never knew it was on The OC, but I kept hearing it, and loving it, and I should have known it would be Ryan Adams...At first I thought it might have been David Gray, but that was wishful thinking. Duke have you heard Rufus Wainwright cover "Hallelujah"? It is so good. (Thanks again to Hammers for that little gem) I am thinking about making a cd with sappy ballads on it, can ya tell? I am open for suggestions so Blogger readers...What's your favorite sappy ballad?
Additionaly, The Duke suggested in my comments that George Harrison had written the lyrics to "Wonderwall" but apparently Harrison was responsible for the composition and arrangement of the Indian instrumentals for the unreleased film Wonderwall (the resulting soundtrack, Wonderwall Music, provided *inspiration* for the British band Oasis' hit, "Wonderwall"). I never knew that...That's good trivia.
Oasis always reminds me of that night we poured out of The Black Dog and Scotty C stole some buskers guitar, put down his portable bar, and belted out what has to be the best rendition of "Don't Look Back in Anger" for us all. We sang along at the top of our lungs:
"Sooooo Sally caaaaan Waaaait, she knooooows its too laaaaaate as we're waaaaalking on by..."
That was a great night...that is until PJ lobbed that empty mickey of SoCo into the street...whoops. We were forced to flee back to The Moontower. But that night will be forever etched on my brain, which is saying something given the fact that it was, yet another, drunk night on Whyte. We all know how they all seem to just blend together. That same scene was revisited years later, on the evening (Okay well 2 a.m. the next day) of The Duke's reception, to the tune "Hit me Baby, One More Time".
Aw, Scotty C, he is one great, great (not to mention hysterically funny) man.... And clearly very good at getting buskers to relinquish their guitars too...you try it...
Song Du Jour:Don't Look Back in Anger ~ Oasis
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away
Gonna Start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside cos summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as she's walking on by
my soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I heard you say
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
I heard you say...
At least not today
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ummm...lameass? That nickname rocks. The King of Nicknames bestowed that upon you...The Indian may never forgive you.
And I am glad you like the hedonistic adventures of my life and its incredible cast of characters, I've been blessed with amazing friends...and you are no outsider.
Some of my adventures are not even suitable for this blog. I have considered telling the "Welcome to Ireland story" or "Banana Tits at O.T.S.", or "Hey Copper" but I've decided those will have to remain a strictly oral tradition.
I would kill for a nickname like Hammers.
--Adam (a.k.a. The Dude a.k.a. Gordo a.k.a. The Kid a.k.a. Hey you, wake up!)
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