yikes. not even close. let the original be.

Well, I've been dying to share my Sarah story somewhere. RP is as good a place as any.

...Nice clean pickin too. Better than MY version for sure.

Well, I've been dying to share my Sarah story somewhere. RP is as good a place as any.

My wife and I were flying to Tofino, B.C. for a winter holiday. The airport (really just a little strip of pavement surrounded by forest) was fogged in and our pilot told us we had to land on the other side of the mountain range.

Sarah's flight had also been diverted; she was coming home after performing a tsunami relief concert in Calgary. She looked totally bagged, and had her young daughter with her. She spoke on her cell, telling her husband "I'll just rent a car and get there in a couple hours."

"Hi, I'm David," I said to her. "My name's Sarah," she answered. Well, duh.

I asked if we could share a vehicle with her and she was glad to. It meant she could sit in the back and tend to her daughter who got car sick on the twisty road. Just your everyday pop star with puke on her jacket.

What if I accidentally drive off a cliff? I thought morbidly. That would make me the rock equivalent of Buddy Holly's pilot. Not something I've ever aspired to.

We arrived at the "airport" where her husband was waiting for her. He walked towards Sarah, veered with a startled look towards my wife and gave HER a big hug. Turns out they'd gone to high school together.

And there you go. Nothing dramatic. Not even any photographic proof to my friends who have cried "bullshit." But it's my favourite brush-with-fame story, made all the more wonderful for just how completely normal it all seemed.

Well, I've been dying to share my Sarah story somewhere. RP is as good a place as any.

Well, I've been dying to share my Sarah story somewhere. RP is as good a place as any.

My wife and I were flying to Tofino, B.C. for a winter holiday. The airport (really just a little strip of pavement surrounded by forest) was fogged in and our pilot told us we had to land on the other side of the mountain range.

Sarah's flight had also been diverted; she was coming home after performing a tsunami relief concert in Calgary. She looked totally bagged, and had her young daughter with her. She spoke on her cell, telling her husband "I'll just rent a car and get there in a couple hours."

"Hi, I'm David," I said to her. "My name's Sarah," she answered. Well, duh.

I asked if we could share a vehicle with her and she was glad to. It meant she could sit in the back and tend to her daughter who got car sick on the twisty road. Just your everyday pop star with puke on her jacket.

What if I accidentally drive off a cliff? I thought morbidly. That would make me the rock equivalent of Buddy Holly's pilot. Not something I've ever aspired to.

We arrived at the "airport" where her husband was waiting for her. He walked towards Sarah, veered with a startled look towards my wife and gave HER a big hug. Turns out they'd gone to high school together.

And there you go. Nothing dramatic. Not even any photographic proof to my friends who have cried "bullshit." But it's my favourite brush-with-fame story, made all the more wonderful for just how completely normal it all seemed.

And there you go. Nothing dramatic. Not even any photographic proof to my friends who have cried "bullshit." But it's my favourite brush-with-fame story, made all the more wonderful for just how completely normal it all seemed.

Well, I've been dying to share my Sarah story somewhere. RP is as good a place as any.

My wife and I were flying to Tofino, B.C. for a winter holiday. The airport (really just a little strip of pavement surrounded by forest) was fogged in and our pilot told us we had to land on the other side of the mountain range.

Sarah's flight had also been diverted; she was coming home after performing a tsunami relief concert in Calgary. She looked totally bagged, and had her young daughter with her. She spoke on her cell, telling her husband "I'll just rent a car and get there in a couple hours."

"Hi, I'm David," I said to her. "My name's Sarah," she answered. Well, duh.

I asked if we could share a vehicle with her and she was glad to. It meant she could sit in the back and tend to her daughter who got car sick on the twisty road. Just your everyday pop star with puke on her jacket.

What if I accidentally drive off a cliff? I thought morbidly. That would make me the rock equivalent of Buddy Holly's pilot. Not something I've ever aspired to.

We arrived at the "airport" where her husband was waiting for her. He walked towards Sarah, veered with a startled look towards my wife and gave HER a big hug. Turns out they'd gone to high school together.

And there you go. Nothing dramatic. Not even any photographic proof to my friends who have cried "bullshit." But it's my favourite brush-with-fame story, made all the more wonderful for just how completely normal it all seemed.

Some of you think that if you cover a Beatle song you should go to jail. Sarah makes it her own and does a good job.

Lots of people here saying "What has she added".
Umm... her voice?

Not bad. Prefer the original.

Not bad. Prefer the original.

Didn't see the movie. Don't really want to watch Sean Penn in this role. Can understand now why she even attempted the cover, if it was for a movie sound track.

But, unfortunately, didn't want to hear someone else, no matter how beautiful her voice, touch something so perfect as McCartney's "Blackbird." Tried to listen to it with an open-mind, but in the end, felt disappointed. Saddened.

It's a bit like Feliciano covering The Doors gem, Light My Fire, isn't it.