After All

When I was a senior in high school, I went on a trip to England and France with a group from school. It was an amazing experience in many ways, but one of my strongest memories is of sitting on the steps of Montmartre in Paris at dusk, listening to the buskers play Wonderwall. ┬áBeing a teenager in the mid-to-late 1990s, the Oasis song was already firmly entrenched in my musical landscape, and hearing it covered by a street musician, in another country, surrounded by young people from all over the world, was a profound experience. Music is powerful, and it is multidimensional. It unites people and yet it also speaks to each one of us on a deeply personal level. Wonderwall may be one person’s heartbreak song and another’s love song. For me, it reminds me of Paris. Now, I don’t have a recording of that busker, but this acapella cover is a beautiful replacement. Maybe it will evoke memories of your own.

 

Wonderwall

Wonderwall will always remind me of my first time in Paris as a senior in high school. Of sitting on the steps of Montmartre and listening to a busker play the song on a guitar while passersby tossed francs into his open case. This acapella version takes that memory and adds a light gossamer layer of mystery while drawing the focus back to the words with that hauntingly high and clear voice. Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me…