WWYC of the Week

You know what? This one probably toes the line between sad and funny pretty closely. But I don't care, because I'm sad. And I want you to be sad too. I've watched too many suns cross the sky from the inside of Healy 105. I've made too many footnotes, created too many citation pages, and watched too many friends crumble in the face of final exams. The party don't start till you walk in? Is that so, TheSingingMuppet? Are you sure? Chat rooms don't count as parties.



Next up for TheSingingMuppet: wakes up in the morning feeling like herself. And goes back to bed.

WWYC of the Week

Before you ask yourself, "Does this really count?" Ask yourself, "Does it really matter?" The answer is, "No, it doesn't matter that this isn't really a cover of Nirvana's song, it's pathetic artistic vision makes it worthy of this week's worlds worst youtube cover. To be fair, you don't know what the inspiration for Beverley Knight was when she sings, "Ooooh, Summer has begun!" I mean, maybe it is a cover of Cobain's distraught, tense song about emotional identity. A cover not in words, but in sentiment. Kurt would be proud.





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Next up for Beverly Knight: An angry letter from Courtney Love.

WWYC of the Week

Why didn't I think of it before? Incubus! Emotional, accessible, vaguely obtuse, and an anthem for the casual pot smoker, what a perfect blend for some horrendous covers! EyonDreams here thought he ought to give the song, "Dig" his best shot. And thank you, EyonDreams, for playing the song through your headphones so that we could really imbibe the quality of your voice. I especially like how you did the runs; they came from the heart, and we here at WGTB appreciate that. And you let us sit quietly during the instrumental break. That was good, because I needed some time to think. You care about the listener experience, and that makes you a true artist.



Next up for EyonDreams: realization that he's the one that, '...digs at us.'

WWYC of the Week Contest Winner: Kevin Lynch

Dear Kevin,

I thought you were a nice guy. Unassuming, pleasant, eager to please. But, then you sent me this video. Sure, you won the contest, and you won free tickets to see Jamie Mclean Band, but you lost me, Kevin. You lost me. I hope it was worth it.



Next up for Kevin: explaining himself.

WWYC of the Week + Ticket Giveaway!

I don't really get Justin Bieber. I think its all a little bit weird. You just have to wonder how much further we can dive into the fountain of youth before we raise an army of Michael Jacksons. People, though, seem to really love Justin Bieber, especially this little girl. The band PonySlaystation, besides brilliantly rearranging the letters of our favorite console to create a name that implies they either murder or have sex with ponies (or I guess both), showed their appreciate of Justin Bieber in the form of screaming.



Wait! There's more. Show me how well you know the unkempt corners of Youtube this upcoming week and find the World's Worst Youtube Cover. Email your cringe-inducing discoveries to wgtb.music@gmail.com and the person who makes Caroline, Christian and me the most uncomfortable will win free tickets to see the Jamie Mclean Band on Friday April 16th and get your submission posted! The band will be in our studios at 3pm on Friday, and then playing at the Strathmore later on in the evening.

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Remember that time that you got really mad at your dad because you totally wanted to see that movie and you needed someone to pick you guys up from the theater because Tim's dad was going to drive you there and Nick's mom always picks you guys up and your friends said that its your turn to drive but your dad said that he has to meet with the tax guy in the morning and he doesn't want to stay up late to pick your sorry ass up from seeing Toy Story II? Remember how mad you were at him? You should call him up, apologize, and tell him that you love him. Because at least your dad is not this dad.



Next up for this guy: Getting in trouble with the Missus when she comes home from getting the kids at soccer practice and finding that he has been doing vocal covers rather than heating up the Stoufers in the oven like she asked.

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You know that feeling you get when Andy from The Office sings a harmony and sort of uses his hand gestures to follow the melody? That's the feeling I get here, over and over again for all three steroid-raging minutes. True though, one of the side effects of steroids is a retardation of the production of testosterone, that thing that makes your voice not sound like his.

Normally there is this tiny iota of regret that I get with these postings. It whispers to me when I go to sleep, and it plagues me when I do song writing of my own. JpCampbe, though, you sir have forfeited your claim to this guilt-inducing power. You use the n-word without blinking an eye as though the integrity of your cover is so important that you can degrade an entire people. Now lets not get bogged down in linguistic progressivism and rather just join together in collective loathing.



Next up for this guy: a t-shirt? Nay, A toga.

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AngelB4Ever01's name embodies the type of lyrical and poetic complexity that her singing style matches. Is it "I be an angel forver," as in proclaiming the immortality of angels, and her being one of this group? Is it "Angel Before Ever," as in positing that God's mind is eternal, not infinite, existing outside of time rather than a never ending continuation of it? Maybe her name is 'Angel B' and she wants us to know that she will be around forever. I don't know. I don't think anyone knows. One thing I do know, and that is that she sings Creep with the kind of emotional tenderness and hidden insecurities that Thom Yorke can only pray for.



Next up for AngelB4Ever: getting discovered by a major label.

WWYC of the Week

Fine. Have it your way.

Nobody seemed to appreciate the subtlety of the awfulness of last weeks entry. Alright, you uncivilized apes. See if I invite you to my next french-film screening. See if I offer you some Carmenere. For those of you who appreciate subtlety like the bear is christian who sleeps in the woods and ate the Pope, I offer you hitmanbreakeroftheeye.

You thought that this song finally went away. You thought that the next time you pulled up to a blue 2004 Honda Civic with sweet tints and a killer exhaust, you would hear something else coming out of his totally bomb subs. Nope.

For a reason that I will never understand, hitmanbreakeroftheeye decided to not allow us to embed this video. But believe me you, this video is worth every quarter of a millisecond it takes you to hold down the ctrl key and click.

And if you cry. Don't come to me for mercy.

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So remember when I said that the criteria for each weeks entry is more or less subjective? This is one of those times that I am invoking that stipulation. The performance here is quite impressive; its almost a perfect replica of Elliott Smith's gorgeously arranged tune.

THEN WHY DO I HATE IT SO MUCH?

I can't even explain the feeling that this cover gives me. It depresses me in a way that only people who prefer Friends to Seinfeld can. It raises so many questions: why are you doing this...

Ok, just one question. Why is he doing this? It makes so little sense. I mean, you know what else provides a really accurate representation of the original 'Son of Sam'? The original 'Son of Sam'. Why would I go to plectrum34 for a near perfect copy when I can just listen to the real thing, which by the rules of logic that bind this great nation, is as close to the real thing as anything can get. I am awarding ten points to anyone that can explain to me in the comments why this video hurts my soul as much as it does.



Next up for this guy: new Venetian Blinds.

WWYC of the Week

So, I'm confused. Dylan here says that this was requested. This implies that somebody wanted to hear that. That implies that someone gets some sort of joy out of those noises. That implies that some things which should be, aren't. And, if those things are which ought not to be, such as this said thing, then I am not the man I thought I was, and this is not the world I imagined it to be. I would say I grieve for Metro Station, or whoever wrote the song...but to be fair this isn't that much of a deviation from the original. So, I guess in that sense its an OK cover.

I don't know if I am more offended by his singing or by what seems to be his impersonation of a person with a mental disability. In any case, I salute you, Dylan Bral, for this week's most unbearable Youtube cover. Feel free to check out all of his covers...I have.



My request? Stop hurting the world.

WWYC of the Week

Welcome to World's Worst YouTube Cover of the Week. In this column, I scour the Internet and peek into all the darkest, most neglected corners of YouTube to bring you those videos which I deem the world's worst. The criteria are flexible. Sometimes it's the singing, sometimes it's a horribly out of tune guitar, and sometimes it's just too much eye contact. Whatever it is, it will make you cringe. It will make you think, "Boy, I sure am glad that I don't post videos of myself covering 'Hey Jude' on a melodica." Unless you do. Then you should send me the link. Consider it to be like those contestants on American Idol, the difference being that these people don't have the imaginary audience they so desire. Perhaps I bring it to them. Perhaps I am the hero after all. Remember just one thing- Whatever pain it brings you to watch this, I went through more to find it.

This inaugural week we have a cover of an old college favorite, "Let Her Cry," by Hootie and the Blowfish. It's an interesting dynamic here: a meta-cover. That is, it's in some senses a cover of a cover because the performer is covering the song in the style of a man. I can only infer upon watching that the man whom she is trying to imitate was either mute or Robert Goulet. What I like least about this cover is that its seems to be teetering on that line between the pathetic Youtube cover and a joke. This is not to suggest that the fact that our performer had comedic intent in any way absolves her of any blame. In fact, I would say that her lack of solemnity only amplifies her blame. If you are going to cover Darius Rucker's ballad, do it in a dark room, de-tune your guitar, and look straight into the camera. We all know you connect with this song, don't try to pretend like you think its funny.



Next up for this girl: Pretending she thinks its funny when a horse dies during a battle scene.