Dedicated to those songs that I can't stop playing, humming, or thinking about; the 4+ minutes you fall head-over-heels in love with. Past instances have included Beck's "Truckdrivin' Neighbors," Outkast's "Dracula's Wedding" and Bowie's "Starman."
While it's not a hard and fast rule of my life, it is safe to assume that I am not enamored with the recent "artistic movement" of the mash-up. Every time I see a short video (which too often are not short enough) where the dialog from some hilariously outdated 80's TV show are laid over an ABBA song, my sarcastic inner asshole chirps, "Congratulations on owning a computer." Mash-ups of this nature feel to be just a step above those fan-constructed trailers for the next Harry Potter or Batman movie and more often than not I end up feeling cheated by the experience. If you're gonna put that much effort into something, why not do something wholly original?
Hypocritically however, I love cover songs. There's something endearing in a good, sincere cover song where you sense the band communicating in a sing-a-long manner thru a song they've known deep in their bones since they were kids. The singer might write all the original tunes, and the drummer might play the new stuff a little stiff, but when those old songs crank up, life springs forth. I could be listening to an artist with a catalog of original material earning my praise and worship, but if they throw in a cover tune, then I seem to melt. I have a particular fondness for bands from the 70's, but I have unadulterated audio boners for bands from the 70's covering old rock 'n' roll hits, so when I heard Zeppelin's cover of this Eddie Cochran song, I took the escalator to heaven.
I do not pretend to posses the poetry or skill to properly detail how beautifully handled these bastards blast out this song with any justice. It has to be heard to be understood, how focusing the power within one of history's most powerful rock bands through the prism of these mere three chords achieves even more blissful awesomeness than before. But more to the point, and in case you were lost by the first paragraph, YouTube users offer two versions of the song. One of the actual band from their 2003 DVD release, and the other more weirdly bad-ass version where the song plays over clips from Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown. Through some sort of glorious irony, it is the mash-up version that planted its flag in my brain.
As I explained earlier, this should be completely irritating, yet the mash not only works in the video's favor, but it has entirely supplanted the image in my head related to the song. Forget about Zeppelin making the song their own, this beast is something else entirely and it will not finish toying with me. Try as I might, I can't picture Jimmy Page playing half as wicked a guitar, as it appears Snoopy is in this cut, even though video exists to support Page's performance. Perhaps the equation just works out better this way (great song + great band x great footage from the most beloved Christmas cartoons = the reason YouTube was invented). Whatever the reason, I'm not about to question it, only try to spread its message of love and joy. I don't even care if a "Peanuts meets 'Hey Ya!'" video predates this one. With all sincerity, this version is tits and if I must endure these upcoming years filled with more mash-ups, then I've earned it.