For this week’s Friday Feedback, I want Five Different Versions Of The Same Thing.
To get us started, I select the song “Common People” by Pulp.
First, here’s the original music video:
Second, here’s a short comic by Jamie Hewlett illustrating the lyrics:
Third, here’s William Shatner, Ben Folds and Joe “Into The Night” Jackson covering the song on the Tonight Show:
(Sweet tapdancing Christ, Joe Jackson looks like Gollum fucked Abe Sapien)
Fourth, here’s Chris Sims’ Photoshop of an Archie Comic strip:
And Fifth and Finally, here’s a personal anecdote about the song:
Not this past Wednesday but Wednesday a week, I hit up karaoke at the Asgard – voted Boston’s best karaoke in the Phoenix – as per usual. I covered Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” with Rachel V. for my first song and, for lack of inspiration, fell back on “Common People” for my second.
As a sop to irony, I usually sing it in the style of Shatner / Jackson, as pictured above: a staccato, querying monotone for the first verse and a half, then a bolt-upright trill for the remainder of the song. So I’m sitting on the corner of a table, nursing half a shooter of Jameson and murmuring into the mic, when I think I hear someone say: this song sucks.
It doesn’t ruffle me; nothing ruffles me when I’m putting on an act. But if you’re going to hate on the current singer in karaoke – a favorite pastime of mine, don’t get me wrong – you never do it loud enough for them to hear you. Sure enough, I hear it again a few seconds later: boo. Terrible song.
A woman in her late thirties, early forties stands at a table at about my ten o’clock. I suspect she came with the larger and equally drunk party that monopolized the mic earlier in the evening. I remember one intoxicated night hag faking a grind on one of our friends while he sang, after stumbling up to the DJ booth to put in her own request. Those folks had left half an hour ago, or so I thought. Apparently two of them remained.
Boo. What an awful song.
Maybe she just dislikes Shatner’s delivery, I thought – shocker, I know – so I went out of my way to sell the hand-off. “But … but she didn’t understand,” I mumbled. “SHE JUST SMILED AND HELD MY HA-A-AND!” I took off like a rocket.
This song sucks!
Despite the gentle pleading of her hopefully sober friend, she continued to repeat the same three or four criticisms every few seconds, in increasingly louder tones. Clearly she wanted more than to make her opinion known, since everyone within three tables knew it by now. She chanted her condemnation like a litany against taste and soul. Protect me from my betters, she seemed to say.
Boo. Terrible song.
She spit that last one during the four-bar keyboard solo that made up the bridge. “Thank you, ma’am,” I told her, looking her dead in the eye.
No, it’s — you’re good, the song sucks …
“No, thank you. Really. I appreciate it. You’re a big help.”
Four, three, two, one, and, “Sing along with the common people! Sing along and it might just get you through! Laugh along with the common people!”
I strutted up to the edge of her table, pointing right at her face. At 6’5″, my armspan covered half the distance between us. “Laugh along with them while they’re laughing at you! And those stupid things you do! ‘Cause you think being poor is coo-oo-ool!” She didn’t seem any more conscious of it than anything else I did; maybe she was that drunk. But I wasn’t doing it for her benefit.
Returning to my corner of the stage, I chanted the song’s abbreviated close (“I want to live with common people like you”) into a slow, steady crescendo. Applause, handshakes, high-fives. Then I hit the road.
Your turn. If your Five Different Versions of the Same Thing are also media-heavy, feel free to post them in your own blog and link to them in the comments.