I heard the Black Keys version of Have Love, Will Travel for the first time a few days ago.
And I wanted to like it, it I really did. (Because I love the whole Brothers album so very much.) But I just couldn’t forget how fantastic The Basics version is:
[Do ignore the Californication thing. How is that even relevant?]
And then I was worried that I only liked The Basics version because of the joyful, pop-y Beatles-yness (and the perfectly imperfect syncopation).
But then I listened to the original by Richard Berry, which is about as pop-y as it gets:
…and I didn’t like it so much.
Ergo, I think my taste in music (or at least this song) is like my taste in food: really savoury isn’t my thing; completely sweet isn’t (always) my thing; but I truly adore salted caramel. (No really. Give me a bouquet of PayDay bars and I’ll be happy until I die of the diabeetus.)