Hold on to your miniature show ponies, boys and girls! A sonic earthquake is coming your way so you better get under a doorway or sturdy table for cover! And when I say “cover” I mean my cover. My cover of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, that is. But don’t you worry ‘cuz this ain’t your dumb dad’s cover of Hallelujah. Nah, Nah, Nah, No sir. I’m playing harmonica up in this mother.
Would your dad even know a harmonica if he saw one? I mean, probably not right? Your dad may have heard the secret chord that David played, but does he know what he’s playing that secret chord on? Yeah, a harmonica. I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna punch your dad in the mouth if he comes anywhere near my harmonica. I swear your dad better tie himself to the kitchen chair because I genuinely don’t think he could handle this.
Look me in the eyes and tell me that if your dad and your mom had a date night and went to one of the MANY open mic nights that I perform at like this one and I got up on the stage and said, “Here’s Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah” and proceeded to pull a harmonica out of my butt, your dad wouldn’t be on the floor in seconds?
I bet he only listens to Rufus Wainwright’s cover of Hallelujah, right? I’m just guessing he probably included it on some disc he burned in 2005 and probably still listens to it when he drives to work and shit. Does he still listen to that disc? Does he still listen to the disc or not? I’m just asking because all I’m trying to say is that if he listens to Rufus Wainwright cover a lot he’d be surprised to hear a harmonica in there. That’s all I’m trying to say.
But anyway, I’m playing again Thursday night at Stan’s Band Stand on 8th so if you like this cover of Hallelujah you should definitely come. Because I will once again be doing this same cover of Hallelujah. And no pressure, but I would have a lot of respect for your dad if he tagged along. It’d actually mean the world to me and would be an honor.