"Creep" Three Ways
Down the Rabbit Hole, Again: The Musical
The January 2025 vibe at Beauty Hunter is: SHOW & TELL. More exultation of the senses, and less text. We’ll see how it goes, as pithiness is not a strong suit...
Dear Beautiful Friends
,Two days into 2025, and I’ve just returned from a musical rabbit hole getaway, entitled CREEP FEST. Maybe Creepathon is more apt.
Here’s where it started. Some angel posted a clip of this mother-son duet of Radiohead’s classic song, “Creep.” Mesmerized, I found the full recording, listened to it 1,001 times. So let’s start there.
Here’s your Hindustani classical remix of “Creep:”
AND THEN —
I found this short clip where the Mom, an Indian classical singer, tells her son about what her lyrics, a complete contrast to the Radiohead lyrics.
It’s this beautiful bridge of generations, cultures, and being-ness. On one hand, the angsty takedown on not belonging, and the raga version of infinite belonging.
Oh, life.
Of course, that piqued my interest to see the original, by Radiohead.
It’s pretty fucking special, all these years later.
I watched it 855 times.
Then I Wikipedia’d Radiohead, to refresh my memory, and I found this nugget:
“Creep,” their first hit, in 1992-93, also brought them a spot of bother because the melody is based on the song, The Air that I Breathe, by Albert Hammond & Mike Hazlewood. To avoid legal action, Radiohead agreed to share the songwriting credits with them.
Here’s the original.
I kept going, delving deep, deep, deeper into the “Creep” rabbit hole. It’s a beautiful one. So beautiful. This is a much-covered song!
Here’s #3
I’m still putting my skull back together after watching this one HOLY FUCK. I’ve watched 299 times, and going strong.
PS. Karen Souza sings a pretty good chanteuse-y cover, too. But now, really, that’s enough. Yeah, right. Never!
PPSS. Spotify has several Creep Covers Playlist. I ran to one yesterday. But now, now, now I’ll stop.
And if you’d like to create a beautiful Next Chapter of Life, I’ve got something for you:
