Last year I watched the ITV
series ‘Cilla’, which documented the rise to fame of ‘our’ Miss Cilla Black.
Very good it was too, with
Sheridan Smith absolutely nailing the titular role. In particular she delivered
some faithfully tasty cover versions of Cilla Black’s most famous songs, including
‘You're My World’ and ‘Anyone Who Had A Heart’... which prompted a discussion
about the quality and merits of cover versions.Can the cover ever be better
than the original? Is it even allowed to be considered so?It’s probably fair to say that
MOST of the time, the original is indeed the best, but that’s not to say that
there haven’t been some amazing covers, because there have been some belting
good attempts.In fact there are some absolute
standards recorded over the years that people probably have no idea were
actually covers themselves, such as these randomly selected tracks:
The Beatles ~ ‘Twist & Shout’ – originally by the Top Notes
Blondie ~ ‘The Tide Is High’– originally by The Paragons
Elvis Presley ~ ‘Hound Dog’– originally by Big Mama Thornton
Cyndi Lauper ~ ‘Girls Just Want To Have Fun’– originally by Robert Hazard
Beach Boys ~ ‘Sloop John.B’– originally by Carl Sandburg
Natalie Imbruglia ~ ‘Torn’– originally by Ednaswap
Soft Cell ~ ‘Tainted Love’– originally by Gloria Jones
Righteous Bros. ~ ‘Unchained Melody’– originally by Al Hibbler (Vocal version)
Aretha Franklin ~ ‘Respect’– originally by Otis Redding
Nilsson ~ ‘Without You’– originally by Badfinger
Just a few examples of songs
that the above artists arguably made their own, but that actually belong to
someone else…
So to answer the question as to
whether the original is always better than the cover or not, surely it has to
be each song on its merit.
Whilst not an extensive list,
below are some of my favourite covers that I think offer something different
and maybe better than the original:
How Deep Is Your Love?
Originally made famous by the Bee Gees, covered by Take That
You Showed Me
Originally made famous by the Turtles, covered by the Lightning Seeds
Always On My Mind
Originally made famous by Elvis Presley, covered by the Pet Shop Boys
I Think We’re Alone Now
Originally made famous by Tommy James & The Shondells, covered by Tiffany
And a special mention to Flawless
Originally made famous by The
Ones (and in part Gary’s Gang), and not so much covered by George Michael as
lyrically enhanced. The original was more of an instrumental, until George had
a crack at some words for it. Love it! >
So Part 1 looked at the transition from Primary to Secondary School –
fast forward 5 years and 1992 brought to a close my compulsory education years.
Over those 5 years, as is the case for the vast majority of teenagers,
I’d built up some incredible friendships destined to last, with both
individuals and as a group alike. So much so that during our last year, we’d
extended not only to simply meeting at the park or sleepovers, but to also going out for full blown meals in
Brighton. How very grown up! The irony is that now I can't actually afford to go out as often as we used to back then!
I recall one night going for a birthday meal at the Marina for one of the girls and
during the course of the evening it significantly snowed. I say significantly,
it was about an inch (a man's inch), but at the time it had been years since the last
snowfall, so some of us ended up walking back towards Brighton throwing
snowballs from the beach, which seemed a bit surreal at the time!
Fish Dandruff
The last few months at school were fine, though for me absolutely carried
a sense of impending endings – which I found a bit confusing as to how I ought
to feel about it. Would I be friends with these people forever? Would I ever
see them again? Did they even want to keep in touch with me anyway!?
All these considerations were set against a backdrop of imminent GCSE
exams. Shamefully, I barely revised at all – mainly as no matter how hard I tried to
revise, it seemed that the more I read (and re-read) my books and notes, the
less confident I became. I did alright in the end though, with my best result
being attaining the highest grade in German that a male had achieved to date at
the school. Wunderbar! I'm sure it’sbeen smashed since...
May 8th 1992 - Our last day before taking exam leave ! It was quite emotional for some, and we
all dressed up for the occasion but by and large looked pretty terrible – such
was early 1990’s fashion.
Many girls (and probably some boys) were seen to cry – seemingly in the misplaced belief that they would never see any of their friends ever again. Whilst the final
assembly party was in swing, I joined a few of my best mates on a final tour
around the deserted school to say goodbye to the ghosts. Albeit this was a little bit daft, as I was coming back to same school the following September to the
in-house Sixth Form!
However that day really did feel like the definitive end of my
schooling. Like my time at Primary School, I had mostly enjoyed Secondary
School too. I had made the best friends and enjoyed some fantastic laughs along
the way, and barring one or two notable exceptions, most of the teachers were
pretty good too.
And, certainly initially, the end of school didn’t totally mean the end all
friendships. Primarily with my male friends, we were together virtually every
day of that prolonged summer (due to exam leave etc) – I didn’t own a bike, but I borrowed one belonging to my friend’s brother, and we cycled all over the place
at all hours of the day and night just talking about everything and nothing,
girls and football, school and music, starting a band, drinking, Winona Ryder etc.
I really don't care that she was once a shoplifter!
It was
a hot summer and it was one of the only times in my life that I got anything like a decent tan! Rather belatedly I also finally grew a
bit taller – earlier in the year I had been a stunted five feet three, but by
the time I started Sixth Form, I’d towered to all of five feet nine!
It’s fair to say though that many friendships through school association
did in fact disintegrate from this time, and I guess that’s the way it is meant
to be. You don’t live with your parents forever as you eventually outgrow most of what
they can provide for you, and it’s the same for your school mates. By the time
you get to 16, there’s less and less you have in common with them apart from
the fact that you have to be in the same building as them up to that point.
My step daughter recently passed up the idea of having a big 16th
birthday party (not my fault!!) on the basis that she is very focussed and
particular as to who her friends are and likes the fact that it’s a smallish
group. I think that’s probably a realistic and sensible approach.
I’m in my 40th year now, and although I don’t still have any
kind of regular contact with ALL those who were in our school group of about 9 close friends, I
happily communicate with those who want to still be part of my life, and know
that with one or two of them, we often resume our friendship as if we’d only
been at school yesterday, which is a nice state to be in.
Musical interlude time again: I've gone with the Number One for the week
in May I technically left secondary school (for exam leave)
Two years later, and it really was the last year at school! I had been
quite looking forward to my Sixth Form years, as I had this illusion that it
would be a great last hurrah for my school days.
Lower School, turned Sixth Form, turned entirely new school now
It wasn't!
The last few months at Sixth Form were a drag and I was sadly pleased when it had all finished. I’d enjoyed some of it, and had bonded in some new friendships
with people I had not known so well before, but from very early on it felt like
my heart simply wasn’t in it. I had genuinely enjoyed 99% of my school years,
but during the last year I just felt I’d had enough. I got bored with the work
and coupled with the fatigue I was feeling all the time (I had Glandular fever
and Anaemia), I was in no right mind to want to go to university. I’m sure it
probably showed in my work as towards the end of my final year, one teacher
absolutely (and unnecessarily) ridiculed me in front of my classmates, which
totally wiped out any confidence and drive I had left. After that humiliation, I had
classmates that I didn’t really know that well come and offer sympathies
because of her attack. Given that I train and teach people for a living now, as
my teacher for several spells between 1987-1994 she really ought to have known how to get the best out
of me a lot better than how she attempted. It’s unfair to say that she alone
ruined my lasting memory of school for me, but she didn’t help bring the
curtain down on a happy note that’s for sure.
I pushed on through though until the exams were done, and pointedly I set
up the Alice Cooper classic ‘School’s Out’
to play on my walkman as I left the school and walked down Portslade High
Street for the last time following my final exam.
A fairly pivotal few months
lie ahead for two of my children. My son is making the step up from Middle to
High School (or in old money, Primary to Secondary), and my step daughter is
imminently about to embark on GCSEs and the move to College / Sixth Form.
I can’t help cast my mind back
to when I experienced the same events myself, back when every summer seemed to
be a long and hot one, and my biggest concerns had absolutely nothing to do
with money!
I left Primary School on July
22nd 1987, and I doubt I could have enjoyed my time there any more if I tried.
The teachers were 99% tip top and the same went for my classmates. On the last
day of school, my favourite teacher gave her goodbyes and put it to us that we
should come back and visit the school in the future – not necessarily the next
term, or even the next year, but in years to come. And I did so in 1999, 2007
and 2009, and I actually found it quite an overwhelming experience (in a good
way!)
Primary School - clearly NOT in July 1987
Here's another photo I took earlier...
And as is my wont, I have to include an obligatory music gesture! For this blog it comes in the
shape of the song that was Number 1 the week I left Primary School:
Whilst it was sad to leave, I didn't sense any particular feeling of loss, as every member of my class was
going to the same Secondary School anyway. So come the third of September 1987,
we all moved up the ladder.
Told you I had blond hair!
I personally found the step up to be immense. I think that coming
from a relatively small village primary school with barely 150 students in the
entire school, I was now amongst more than 150 students in just one school year. I’d gone from being the
fifth oldest in my last school year, to being about the twentieth oldest in
this new place. I recall getting horrendous 'flu just a few weeks into the first school term. In fact I actually felt a bit voiceless, having drifted into the mass of numbers
somewhat, not that I'm an attention seeker! Much. *cough* No-one believes me that I'm actually painfully shy!
Looks appealing doesn't it!?
I also had a bit of a rough start as I was selected in a class with not
one of my male friends from primary school, and just one female. I got on
really well with her, but being rather shy (seriously!) I needed a bit more of
a comfort blanket than that. Most of the class seemed to know each other and were
on the whole friendly enough, though one or two were crueller than they needed
to be. Thankfully I found a couple of people who went out of their way to be
incredibly friendly and helpful to me. They put in so much effort to get to
know me during those early days which I was incredibly grateful for. I've never
forgotten that and to this day I am pleased they are still amongst my circle of
friends.
In spite of their great efforts though, both me and my female friend
(with all due respect to each other) were still unhappy and craved friends that we were more familiar with. With the aid of a phone call from my
Dad, a meeting was instigated with our terrific head of year, and he went
through all the student class lists to see what arrangements he could make to
help us. Thankfully there was a supremely easy swap which suited us both. My
new tutor group was great from the get-go, and some of the children I met over
those early weeks became lifelong friends, although there was one guy who
seemed determined to exercise his height advantage by starting to bully the children
of a smaller stature – namely me. He just gave me so much grief for the first
month or so, such as literally shoving me out of the way for no reason and
physically trying to intimidate me at every opportunity. It came to a head when
I had just had enough of it all. I challenged him to meet me on a Saturday at a
local park to ‘sort it out’. I managed to get the support of many of my new
classmates, as they too had got fed up with his antics.
As it happened, I didn't go to the park. Maybe it was fear and I just
bottled it, but I just thought that he wouldn't show up either. Come the
following Monday though I walked straight up to him in front of his mates and bluffed:
“Where were you then!?”... He countered with the same. Both of us claimed to
have been there, smiled to each other and left it at that, and he never gave me
any aggro again!
So all in all, once the minor issues had resolved themselves, it was a
relatively easy transition, and one that I reckon my son will cope with well
enough. Mainly as he’s far more confident than I ever was!
In Part 2, I’ll have a look at leaving Secondary School, which is a
slightly different ballpark!
