Full disclosure: I am, in general, not
a fan of hip-hop, rap, or R&B. Every now and then a song will come along that I enjoy, but overall, those particular musical genres don't appeal to me.
It is, then, perhaps not surprising that I should find whiter-than-white covers of classic rap songs more amusing than others might.
(Why am I writing like this? Because I just watched several hours of Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry being veddy
British in Jeeves and Wooster
. Good stuff, what!)
I discovered Jonathan Coulton earlier this month, thanks to Dr. Demento opening a recent show with Coulton's cover of "Baby Got Back" (requires Flash).
And today, after perusing The Torontoist
's much-blogged-about article on cover songs, I found Nina Gordon
's acoustic "Straight Out of Compton" (2.1MB mp3).
Both are brilliant. Note, however, that the latter contains explicit lyrics and frequent droppings of "the F-bomb," and the former trades in graphic euphemisms for a myriad of sexual acts. You may not wish to "pump up the volume" on these tunes while in the company of young children or co-workers.
(The other reason I'm writing like this is because I'm currently reading John Hodgman's The Areas of My Expertise
. He is insane-- but in a good way, and thus we prefer to call him "mad.")
Speaking of the royal "we," I simply must link to John Rogers' agent's account of the Royal Premiere of Casino Royale (a.k.a. James Bond 21)
. If you've seen the movie, you can probably guess the central, er, nugget
of his anecdote.