Today we carry you further on into autumn with some more fine cover tunes courtesy of the largely reconstituted Buttsteak and the Haggises Five, summer '09. Oh, and some old photos of the constituted Buttsteaks, circa spring '89. Scroll thee down.
Those of you in the know would correctly note that our meat and potatoes were generally Scruffy the Cat and Camper van Beethoven, and we sure loved some Ramones, but over time we were always trafficking in a few tunes by the Cure and the Smiths and their peers. Probably this in large part reflects the influence of Faulk and Fitz, but we all were (and are) big supporters of those British bands of whatever ilk you'd call it-- it wasn't "alternative" back then, or "new wave". Maybe we'd call it "new music", or "college rock"? No matter-- The songs were (and are) flat-out great and they were of course a huge part of the '80's soundtrack. In Suite 201 of Building A at JHU, those two bands were on near-repeat for most of the year. Of course, that wasn't my doing, classic/ roots rocker that I was, but I learned to adapt and learn and love.
I'll put on Steve Earle's boots and stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table and argue anytime for the unbelievable, wonderful Johnny Marr of the Smiths. But maybe more on the Smiths later. Today's argument is for Robert Smith and the Cure and their albums and albums of dark, weird, groovy, whiny, heartbreak . Hopefully these make up for some of the brutal crimes against music that comprise some of our versions of "In Between Days" and "Close to Me". Glorious low points, all!
Boys Don't Cry:
Just Like Heaven:
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