This Procrastination Destination post is about Twitter. Have you heard of it?
The Internet woke up this morning to the strange and potentially disturbing news that Paul McCartney will be fronting a reunited Nirvana (or, more accurately, surviving members of Nirvana’s rhythm section) at tonight’s 12.12.12 Sandy relief benefit concert. As the AV Club tells it, “McCartney allegedly told The Sun that he didn’t even know who he was playing with when Grohl invited him to ‘jam with some mates,’ and that he was surprised when ‘somebody whispered to me, “That’s Nirvana. You’re Kurt.”‘” There’s no guarantee that McCartney will be performing songs by the Beatles or Nirvana, especially considering he told The Sun that he “didn’t really know who [the surviving members of Nirvana] were,” but it’ll probably be weird and disorienting anyway, and it sure is fun to imagine combinations of songs by both seminal groups, isn’t it, Internet?
Right, Internet?
The AV Club comment thread is naturally brewing with erudite snark, ranging from “I guess Kid Rock wasn’t available” to “They should call this new supergroup the Grateful Dead because both Kurt Cobain and John Lennon must be now grateful that they are dead,” but the real winner is the new Twitter hashtag this unholy collaboration has spawned: #nirvanabeatlessongs. It’s pretty self-explanatory, but here are some of my favorites:
I Hate Myself And I Want To Hold Your Hand #nirvanabeatlessongs
— Otto Rock (@incakolanews) December 12, 2012
She Drains You #nirvanabeatlessongs
— Jordan D. White (@cracksh0t) December 12, 2012
https://twitter.com/do_whatever/status/278963709748080643
“Lucy in the Sky with Lithium.” #nirvanabeatlessongs
— Sarah (@erniebufflo) December 12, 2012
Come as U.S.S.R. #nirvanabeatlessongs
— Matt Fernandez (@FattMernandez) December 12, 2012
Smells like I am the Walrus #nirvanabeatlessongs
— Leo Martin (@leosoup) December 12, 2012
My personal favorite of the bunch has been Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart-Shaped Rape Me Box, mostly because it brings back warm memories of when I was 11 and bought In Utero at Sam Goody and asked my mother what the word ‘rape’ means, at which point she promptly flipped through the lyrics booklet, confiscated the CD, and hid it in her closet. But anyway, write in with your favorites in the comments section.
Here’s the link.
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