When Sloan went to the A.V. Club to record their cover, they were disappointed by the selection. Of course, that’s the game, so suck it up Sloan. But they decided to do Gary Numan’s “Cars.”
Now, I feel compelled to say that Gary Numan’s “Cars” may be my least favorite song of all time (it’s very close to Billy Idol’s “Eyes without a Face”). I understand that “Cars” was “groundbreaking” or whatever. But gah, it is boring and monotonous and just awful (and I say that while admitting that I like Phillip Glass, so i know from monotonous). While I will admit that the riff is pretty great, everything about the song, from the performance to its endlessness (it’s like 8 minutes long, right?) drives me nuts.
And that may be why I love this cover so much. It keeps the riff but it adds music to it. All of that horrible “one guy with a cheap keyboard” sound is taken away. It’s replaced by a great full-sounding band bringing live joy to the song. I love that the whiny keyboard is replaced by a guitar and that the drummer rocks the hell out of the ending. I mean really rocks the hell out of it. Well done, Sloan. You’ve been a favorite for years, and you’ve now redeemed my most hated song. I think Billy Idol just peaked on my list.
You can watch it here.
[READ: July 20, 2011] “The Money”
Junot Díaz’ story in the New Yorker’s Fiction Issue is also a Starting Out piece. This story is about how his mother always sent money home to her family. No matter how little money they had, she would always scrimp and save and stash away until she had a few hundred dollars to send every six moths or so.
From Diaz’ other work, we assume that he was not a model citizen as a youth, but even he knew not to tamper with his mother’s money. (Stealing from her purse was one thing, but the wrath of stealing from the “to be sent money” was unfathomable).
Then one week when they go on vacation they return to see that their house has been robbed! Some of Junot’s things were taken as well as the money. The Money! Junot’s mother practically collapsed on herself.
Later, as Junot is telling his friends what happened, it suddenly dawns on him that these two bozos are the only two who knew where the money was. And he sets about getting it back.
The story ends satisfying, I only wish there was more about what the friends did afterwards.
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