![]() Featuring behind-the-scenes insights on his time in The Byrds, his productive but sometimes complicated relationship with Gram Parsons, his role in launching the careers of Buffalo Springfield and Emmylou Harris, and the ups and downs of life in various bands, music is only part of his story.įollowing the book discussion, country music legend Marty Stuart will join the event as a special guest. Tambourine Man,” “Turn! Turn! Turn!,” “Eight Miles High,” and “So You Want To Be A Rock and Roll Star” to becoming the first musician to move to Laurel Canyon. In Time Between, Hillman shares his quintessentially Southern Californian experience, from an idyllic, rural 1950s childhood to achieving worldwide fame thanks to hits such as “Mr. On Wednesday, May 26th Inductee Chris Hillman of The Byrds joins Rock Hall Senior Director of Museum & Archival Collections, Andy Leach, to discuss his new book Time Between: My Life as a Byrd, Burrito Brother, and Beyond. The Rock Hall is hosting two incredible events this week! (It’s recommended that you listen to this on Spotify as their embed only has 200 songs.The artists share stories and discuss their iconic careers as part of the ongoing virtual Hall of Fame series It’s an absolutely masterful reinterpretation of a song that should have stayed completely uncoverable.īut, of course, that’s exactly what Hüsker Dü did: not so much cover “Eight Miles High” as uncover it.Ī filterable, searchable & sortable database with links to every “Certain Song” post I’ve ever written. In the end, Bob Mould is so far out of his mind that he’s screaming into the void, screaming and screaming and screaming, but nobody is hearing him. Landing in London? Shit, they won’t be landing anywhere for a good long while. The words becomes intelligible, the guitar riff that anchors the song gets even more pared down, as Hart’s drums rumble like meteors pounding the outside of the spaceship they’ve found themselves in. ![]() So while in the beginning, Mould is singing the lyrics relatively straightforward, with his voice echoing off of the walls almost mocking him, as they get further and further from the eight miles, he starts to lose it. If in 1966, “Eight Miles High” was about the dislocation The Byrds felt about taking a plane trip to London, then in 1984 it felt like those eight miles were just the beginning of how fucking high Hüsker Dü was going to end up. I’m already on record about how much I love the original Byrds recording of “Eight Miles High”, so when I first bought this single in 1984, I couldn’t even imagine any cover version even coming close.Īnd yet from the first notes of Bob Mould’s psychedelic thrash guitar utterly ripping through McGuinn’s iconic riff while Grant Hart makes not like an airplane but motherfucking rocket ship on the drums, the Hüskers totally and completely reinvent “Eight Miles High” for the 1980s. In an era where punk bands though it was funny to do ironic covers of 60s and 70s classics, Hüsker Dü took the greatest song of the 1960s, and simultaneously destroyed and rebuilt it. There is nothing about Hüsker Dü’s “Eight Miles High” that isn’t masterful, right down the image on the picture sleeve. ![]() Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the greatest cover song ever.īetter than The Clash’s “I Fought The Law.” Better than The Beatles “Twist and Shout.” Better than The Who’s “Summertime Blues.” Better than The English Beat’s “Tears of A Clown.” Better than Jimi Hendrix’s “All Along The Watchtower.”
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