New Found Glory - From The Screen To Your Stereo Part Ii
After listening to the cover of "Kiss Me" over and over and over and over and over again on my computer and after finally receiving money in the form of a gratuitous paycheck, the first thing that I said was: "I'm fuckin' buying that the new release from New Found Glory." So, I rushed over to my workplace's CD section and leapt upon this album, From The Screen to Your Stereo Part II, filled with 11 covers ranging from Sixpence None The Richer to the Goo Goo Dolls. Personally, I've never been the biggest fan of covers. I'm pretty staunch in my belief that the original is the best and to this day I am still fuming over The Used/My Chemical Romance's cover of Queen's "Under Pressure" along with Madonna's cover of "American Pie." Way to ruin classics, rounds of applause.
New Found Glory, however, may have reversed fundamentlist viewpoints on renditions and swayed me to the other side. Upon ripping the packaging off, I decided I would skip over the Sixpence cover, "Kiss Me," which is also the albums first single (which, for the record, is a stunning choice and an equally stunning cover). The cover of "Stay (I Missed You)" was almost like reliving the 90s, I remember Lisa Loeb with those thick-rimmed (leopard print, too) glasses and that shoulder-length hair prancing around that empty apartment (except for the cat). The cover is equally stunning but much more upbeat than the original and the guest performance by Lisa Loeb herself probably was the cherry on top of the most amazing ice cream sundae ever.
The cover of "Don't You (Forget About Me)" automatically pressed play on my mental VCR and suddenly I was watching the scene where Molly Ringwald (Claire) broke my heart and kissed Judd Nelson (Bender). Though lacking in a stunning guest performance, Jordan manages to hit it spot-on and as my friend listened to it, he said it sounded like it could have fit in perfectly on Sticks and Stones, and as I listen to Sticks and Stones, I sort of agree. The album ends splendidly with a Tears for Fears cover, "Head Over Heels," and the introduction had me believing for fragments of seconds that I was actually listening to Tears For Fears.
And for me, if you are able to make me believe for a fraction of a second, that during your rendition, I'm listening to the original you have achieved the penultimate experience of musicianship (the ultimate experience, I'm safely assuming, is sex with roadies?). I digress from my point and also from addiction to this album, it's like chocolate for men and, if women listened, it would probably replace chocolate for them.
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