Sometimes if a bar hasn’t heard us play before, they ask if we play any cover songs, at which point I immediately respond “yes!”, but with an evil smirk on the dark side of my heart (from where most of my giggling germinates). Then I start to think of absurd cover tunes we could do, like this:
But then I realise, it’s still Paul McCartney, and it’s still infectious even though most Americans (rightfully) have no idea what a Mull or a Kintyre is, it doesn’t matter. McCartney could be singing about poo (and probably has) and we’d still be humming it in our head for the next week after hearing it. Hmmm, maybe ‘We All Stand Together’, with the Frog Chorus? I wonder if I can get the original lineup…
SJ