I didn’t want to derail the Danny Boy thread. We all have that one particular song that we get soooo sick of playing or singing that if someone requests it we’ll lie and claim we don’t know it.
We all have that… one… song. Right?
For me, it’s “Green Fields of France.”
Not the same thing, but for some reason, out running the other day, I got that old REO Speedwagon song, the one with “Heard it from a friend who. . .” over and over again stuck in my head. Talk about unpleasant. In Sociology class in college, when the prof asked “Can anyone think of a justification for the death penalty?” my roommate and I turned to each other and simultaneously said, “REO Speedwagon.” That’s how I felt about their music then and how I feel about it now. And to have that damn song stuck in my head for an hour and a half. 'Scuse me while I go get another beer to try to forget.
I’m afraid you’re right. However, this past weekend I heard the Blind Boys of Alabama sing the lyrics to Amazing Grace to the tune of The House of the Rising Sun. It completely worked.
Personally, from years of playing bluegrass, Rocky Top.
For general purposes, I think songs like The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and American Pie beg for a mandate on limiting the number of verses and/or schmaltz. There should be a quota for verses and schmaltz, with strict limits on both!
(btw, I 'm a singer, I enjoy singing, but I also want the listeners to enjoy.)
Hotel California. For a while in the latter eighties and early nineties, I used to play a game with myself. I didn’t own the record, or even listen by choice to any radio stations that might play it (this being the era in which 2/3 of the commercial radio spectrum was devoted to classic’ rock & 'oldies), but I still couldn’t go more than about three weeks without hearing that damn song.
As I recall, in that era there a movement afoot–the National Organization for the Advancement of Time, whose slogans were “We want to end the sixties in your lifetime!” and “Just say NOW!” They were sorely needed.
Many of those already mentioned I agree with. Amazing Grace to the tune of House of the Rising Sun - inspired!
We had a “tune switch evening” at a Singers night I was at a few years back where we managed to sing “God save the Queen” to the tune of “Pop goes the Weasel” and vice versa. It wasn’t easy.
In pagan circles, Greensleeves has been repeated too often. It’s not just harpers, Red! It’s a nice easy piece on guitar, which means you hear it all the time.
Jack, you have it all wrong. Taps is fine. Reveille I can do without.
Well you go to the bar of a Saturday night
For a pint and a song, everything seems all right
Til some drunken punter flops down by your side
And asks you to sing about Willie McBride
Well you say you don’t know it, but this will not do
For now he’s determined to sing it to you.
Arm round your shoulder, for now he’s your friend
And he’s going to sing the > expletive > thing til the end