In the style of...

There's this YouTube guy I kind of like watching sometimes... he does one song in the style of a whole bunch of bands or genres. It's pretty badass to watch.  He records every part individually and mixes it and you get to hear your favorite P!nk song as though it were being covered by Metallica, Ozzy, Garth Brooks, Hanson and 3/4 of the cast of Sesame Street (Piggy and Elmo decline to participate because they're too big for their britches-and no, that's not a fat joke).

Hearing his work and some of the covers of songs I grew up on (Cry Little Sister from The Lost Boys soundtrack - Performed by Marilyn Manson.... In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins- covered by Nonpoint) makes me think of other songs that I'd like to hear updated - or maybe even do the updating....

Since one of my closest friends/ guitar instructor/ cheerleader/ sounding board/ all sorts of awesome stuff rolled up into one nifty dude-type-package is also my only reader, I hesitate to mention the one song that I want covered more than anything because he's the type to take it and run with it and send me a link to it on his creative site and make me cry and stuff...
So...
I'm not telling.

Coz I think I want to have it as my goal. 
And I'm tired of crying.
And I feel like I take more than I'll ever be able to give back to him.
And he's come through the other side of a divorce and he's not bitter (like me), and he's not depressed (like me), and he doesn't come across as a lost little girl (like me).

So maybe what I'm trying to say is that I want to try and "cover" my life in the style of my friend. Or maybe I just need to stick to the music.

Maybe one day I'll be the one that serves as a friend/ mentor/ inspiration/ cheerleader/ sounding board for someone else. But until then, I might just make it.

Don't Worry, Be Happy in the style of My Chemical Romance anyone?
Chaos Girl (in the style of ... dammit... you don't have a nickname yet!)

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