break on true tutti udder sight!

I've seen some great rock and roll cover bands here in Brasíl.

I know the title of this post might imply sarcasm. But I speak with none.

You know when a cover is better than the original? ME TOO.

Try this on for size:

Ringo Fire
by June Carter Cash

I fair into
barning ringo fire
I am down, down down;
the flames are higher
And it barns, barns, barns
Ringo fire
Ringo fire…OH YEAH!

It's not just that the tweaked lyrics are so much better than June's. Or that the singer seems to have fallen into exciting Ringo Fire of his own, jamming his heart out at midday in 100 degrees Celsius. Or even the well- timed-and-placed OH YEAHs and HERE WE GOs.

It's the showmanship, dude. The coração. The power of a dude with huge hair, sweat cascading into his long pants and heavy boots, who clearly would rather be here doing this than anywhere else in the world. The power he has to make you feel that you too are exactly where you should be. Plus that there's no better way to hear this song.

Brazilians have this infectious joygasmic whatever in abundance. White, white hearses couldn't drag me away.

Try to run, try to ride.

(Break on true tutti udder sight!)