Ordinarily on a Monday morning, tech issues allowing, I try to post something uplifting, to get your week off to a positive start.
But this is no ordinary Monday morning, it’s the day of the Queen’s funeral (not an elimation round on RuPaul’s Drag Race), so I figured that it wouldn’t be appropriate to follow my usual course on on this particular Monday.
When I was younger, I used to laugh and make jokes when those in the public eye passed away. I was in a pub in Cardiff when it was announced that The Queen Mother had passed away, and I, considerably louder than planned, said “About fucking time!” and got a round of applause. Would I do that now? Absolutely not. For a start, I don’t live in Wales anymore, so I suspect that support for anti-monarchy sentiment in public places may well be less forthcoming.
But also, well…I’ve grown up. I’ve lost people, experienced bereavement first hand enough times to appreciate that whilst I may not mourn the loss of a particular person, somebody out there does, and they have every right to be allowed to grieve without me poking fun at their expense.
I did consider not posting anything at all today, but I wanted to post something, partly to express my gratitude for an extra day off work (although there is literally nothing to watch on TV except funeral footage), whilst also not appearing to be disrespectful to those amongst you who do wish to mourn and grieve. Whatever I posted today, I decided, should include nothing which could be considered to be a reference to, or comment on, today’s sombre event.
Is that enough disclaimers? Good, then I’ll continue.
In 1999, one of those tribute albums was released where bands inspired by a particular recording artist are invited to provide a cover version of one of said acts’ tunes in homage to them.
The norm with this kind of project, as one would expect, is that they’re a mixed bag in terms of invitees and therefore quality of cover. The album in question, Fire & Skill – The Songs of The Jam, is no exception, containing more duffers than decent covers.
This, though, is one of the good ones, as one would perhaps expect if you’re at all familiar with the back catalogue of Buffalo Tom:
It’s a much slowed down version, almost making it a waltz, compared to the original:
Nothing disrespectful or inappropriate there, then, right?