Dave Matthews' "Eh Hee": What the World Really, Really Doesn't Need

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From the ol' inbox. Bold emphasis mine.

Dave Matthews' new ATO/RCA Records single "Eh Hee" and its accompanying video make their worldwide debut today exclusively on the iTunes Store. The video is available as a free iTunes download for one week starting today.

With "Eh Hee," Matthews has created a modern, cross-cultural spiritual. He handles all vocals and instruments on the track and makes his directorial debut with the video. Matthews and co-director Fenton Williams (longtime lighting director/live video director for Dave Matthews Band) shot it in a Seattle warehouse in July, recruiting local modern dance troupe zoe | juniper to perform.

The studio version of "Eh Hee" is being released simply as a single, independent of any album. (A live version of the song appears on Live At Radio City, his recent double-disc set with guitarist Tim Reynolds.) Matthews is currently in the midst of a two-month tour with Dave Matthews Band and will perform with Reynolds at this Sunday's Farm Aid 2007: A Homegrown Festival.

I really can't think of anything I'd like to hear less than Dave Matthews getting in touch with his inner ethnomusicology grad student and/or inventing a pidgin language. Not to mention the fact that Peter Gabriel, Ben Harper and even Eddie Vedder, for God's sake, have done this sort of thing better. (And seriously -- a modern dance troupe in the video? What, was the Aromatherapy Local 101 faction busy?) Dave, placate your white guilt some other way and stop doing this stuff. Please. Just take your Fratboy Idol franchise on the road and stop trying to be a diversity-obsessed cultural spokesperson.

Also, since I'm feeling ambitious, here are five other songs available on iTunes that I'd rather hear before "Eh Hee." What are yours?

Kidz Bop Kidz, "Who Let the Dogs Out?" from Kidz Bop Sports Jamz. An annoying song, made even more annoying by being sung by a chorus of creepy, parentally prodded prepubescents.

Pat Monahan, "Her Eyes." Also known as "The Voice that Drives Train" -- seriously, that's the tagline for his upcoming Pageant show. I wish that voice and Monahan's syrupy, generic music would derail Train, but that's just me.

Poison, "Sexyback," from Poison'd!: J. Timberlake oozed sex on the original (and, in fact, oozes sex in general, but that's another blogpost). This does not ooze sex. This oozes desperation. And AutoTune.

Avril Lavigne, "Imagine," from Instant Karma: The Amnesty International Campaign to Save Darfur: Listen closely. Do you hear that? That rustling noise? That's John Lennon, rolling over in his grave and thrashing to get out, in order to strangle Avril Lavigne. The glamsk8r girl's cover of his seminal song "Imagine" is an abomination: Lavigne sounds like she's a stage-fright-ridden junior high school kid who hasn't quite yet gotten to the lesson in choir class where students are taught how to sing properly, what with her reed-thin, throaty voice and patchy pitch.

Copeland, "Black Hole Sun," from Punk Goes '90s: On an album that contains many, many, many terrible songs (Choirboys Mae covering NIN's "March of the Pigs" [EDITED: OH NOES! I MADE A MISTAKE AND PUT "CLOSER" INSTEAD! I'M HUMAN, WHAT A SCARY CONCEPT!] Scary Kids Scaring Kids doing a screamo version of REM's "Losing My Religion"), Copeland's narcoleptic Soundgarden cover takes the cake. Sounds like molasses being dragged through quicksand.

-- Annie Zaleski

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