Covered is a feature where we examine the merits of various cover songs, debating whether or not they capture the spirit and intent of the original, if the cover adds anything new, and whether or not it perhaps surpasses the original. If we fail on those counts, at the very least we may expose you to different versions of great songs you hadn’t heard before.
The version that sticks out the most in my mind, however, is the ragged version that The Replacements would bust out from time to time at their shows. The wear and tear in Paul Westerberg’s voice is perfect for the longing that shines through the lyrics, and there is a certain restrained ferocity in the band’s attack that enhances the emotional pain inherent in the song. Structurally, the band does not do much to alter the song, with any changes being purely incidental. Instead, what sticks in my mind is the vitality of the performance itself, and how it is a perfect example of the ability of The Replacements to be the best bar band in the planet on any day of the week. It seems impossible to top the original, but at least The ‘Mats show the way to make a memorable version of a new standard.