I have seen some of those videos on that playlist before, thats some good stuff there.
And I just finally got a chance to listen to that other song that you sent me earlier, Johnny something, that is an awesome version
I have seen a few and just recently (today) learned there were more. So, I'm listening to 'em in the background.
It's a fantastic version. For a WILD JUMP, my second favorite version is from Dropkick Murphys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEUmJR3-Um8
There are tons of covers of this old song. It was written in like the 1600s in Ireland. It has been bastardized and covered all sorts of ways. Even Dolly Parton has done a cover of the song! You might also recognize the tune as that of "The Ants Go Marching One By One" from your nursery school days.
But, by far, my favorite version is that of Benjamin Luxon, which you heard earlier. He's an opera singer that sang a bunch of other shit besides opera. The version you heard there, was actually on NGK (or is it NKG), the Japanese broadcasting station. It's a stunning rendition and I would kill for that kind of vocal control.
Also, I love his emotion during the song. It suits it perfectly.
But, you might like the Dropkick Murphys version better. It's even got a video! It's also probably more catchy!
I don't think I went to nursery school, as I don't remember that ant song at all. We were too busy with band practice and shows back in my nursery school age days.
I think I like the rendition the original way better.
I like the punk version quite a bit. At one point in time, I was a member of the Boston punk scene, which is where these fellas are from.
I like how it starts off and then just kicks you in the teeth.
The bit at the end where the grandmother (judging by age) takes the toy gun away reminds me of a scene from my childhood.
When I was about 7, I traded a neighbor kid (conned, really) a shitty pair of roller skates for a BB gun.
When I brought the BB gun home, my mother yanked it from my hands - but then she took it and slammed the butt on the ground, stepped forward, kicked it up behind her, and then proceeded to twirl it like a pro. She tossed it up in the air, caught it, and snapped to attention to finish off her twirling.
(My family was big in marching bands, which have traditionally had rifle twirling.)
She then took said BB gun away from me and I never saw it again. I never did find out what happened to it. When I was 12, I got a .22 and .410 over/under. So, I guess I was old enough to have a real firearm then.
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