Carolyn provided a link to
Paul Anka's cover of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" on her blog. Against my better judgment, I followed the link and watched/listened in utter horror. This is unbelievably disturbing.
What made Nirvana's music so powerful was the uncomfortable closeness they always created between themselves and the listener. When I hear Nirvana's version of this song, I feel like I'm in the room with them. All the emotions I would feel if a suicidal person right on the edge was singing to me personally, that's what I feel. But Anka's performance is so distant. He's not even in the same galaxy as I am. Thankfully.
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