BY DEOYE FALADE
I’m talking to you.
Music loving, masterpiece craving, fellow
Time’s not supposed to heal you on this.
It won’t heal your wish-i-wrote-this-epic-song envy either.
So you sing the at-least-i-can-sing-and-hope-to-do-better version.
And God saw and said that it was good
But Sean Tizzle came around and ruined everything…
Okay, that wasn’t a poem; I suck at poetry so I won’t pretend. It also isn’t in any way, a dig at the insanely talented Omawumi who has one of the best vocal deliveries in the Nigerian music industry. Her cover was brilliant and is purely ‘her’. Sure, we know who did the original and Oma’s cover wasn’t an attempt to be Adele, she brought her personality and creativity to bear. The result: an upbeat Hello cover that still conveys the feelings it’s meant to convey but on a somewhat wistfully cheery note.
Then somebody who seriously depends on sound engineers and autotune the way Professor X depends on wheelchairs shows up and says Oma’s version is better than Adele’s ‘weak’ cover.
My reaction: ROTFL; even more so when the generality of Twitter users took him to the cleaners. Good people.
I know a lot has been said already but I’m still gonna say my bit (it’s my data). Please, how can a singer sing a weak version of her own song? Seriously, there’s nothing worse than an ignorant somebody with an internet connection. The annoying thing is that this would probably be put down to a publicity stunt but then, you know stupidity when you see it.
In a way, I can just picture Omawumi’s reaction to the tweet in a “Who sent you?” manner.
But why wouldn’t this happen, when fellas with little or no clue about real music getting opportunities to sit on panels as judges on talent shows – to critique the performances of people who are obviously more talented.
Thank you Uncle Sean, for this peach of an outburst that makes Donald Trump sound like Aristotle.
But I digress.
The covers haven’t stopped: from the excellent to the woeful ones. I’ll be in the latter category if I attempted to sing anything like that but I know my place. There was even a really nice version in Pidgin English. I wouldn’t stop or blame anyone because it’s a brilliant song in itself and success has many parents and committee of friends and it’s not like you’ll find anyone singing a cover of any Tizzle song.
But can’t we just chill a bit and save the remaining renditions for the next edition of Project Fame? Enough already of the cheesy covers and attempts to cop some spotlight off someone who has been out of it for the better part of the last four years. If you’re so darn good, go sing your own song and reserve your hellos for mobile phone conversations.
You can pay me no mind though; this little outburst may be because I’m just suffering from multiple Hello saturation or that I’m just looking for trouble.