Song That Song That Song That Song That Song That

Ralph Nader is back. He is still maintaining that even though he did not contribute to Bush’s win during the last two elections, that there is no difference between Bush and Gore. Following his logic, if Gore had actually been given the Presidency in 2000 when he apparently won, then Bush would have made  An Inconvenient Truth  .
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I love the Coen brothers’ movies. Even when they don’t totally succeed, they always leave me stirred up. Often for years.  No Country for Old Men   seemed to me to be another flawed piece. Enjoyable but finally incomplete. Apparently, I am alone on this. I didn’t read the novel so it is unfair to say this, but the logical inconsistencies of the story (Tommie Lee Jones’ lethargic sheriff should never have been allowed to walk out of that motel room alive) bothered me. Like Presidents, I have learned not to expect that I will understand what makes Oscar winners.
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Oh, that song. I saw Once a few weeks back . I liked the movie (hard not to–a sweet Indie film about street musicians and being young. With arguably the worst recorded dialog since Trainspotting) and I enjoyed the song writing sequence at the music store piano that yielded “Falling Slowly”, I think it is called. But just that once. Please. The name may never be memorable but the song is a WMD. After last night’s best song award, I fear that it is a new ear worm that will drive me and other susceptible types to madness. I have heard the song about five times now and it is already burned in the lizard zone of my brain. I dread the prospect of the next five million times I will have to hear it.
The stars of the movie who sang the song are as cute as puppies, but right now they appear in my imagination as a two headed Sweeney Todd admiring their diabolical song in the moonlight. I have been playing music desperately this morning, looking for relief from that song’s insidious presence since waking up.