Spitball Army

Music permeates every moment of this movie. The sounds of objects in the film ricochet off of the musical score like instruments in a contrapuntal symphony: the click of a cigarette lighter, overhead lights being switched on in an infirmary corridor, the busy clacking of the typewriter keys and wrrrrhh of the platen as the paper is ripped from the carriage.

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And that was why Dorothy Monet, 18, artist and fashion designer, was in Lincoln Hospital yesterday with Peter Martono, 25, a Puerto Rican, who slashed her wrists and his.

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Once the city gets into a bohoy’s syhystem, he loses his ahankering for the cohuntry.

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So, being a man of the times, I typed “blessings on your head” into my toolbar, and here is some text from one of the entries that came up:

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I’m just now starting to notice and investigate what new music is on the way for the coming months. It looks OK.

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As expected, the record made a multitude of Best of 2007 lists, which are kinda hard to avoid this time of year. Not that I make an effort to avoid them – I have a perverse fascination with lists, anyway, and to deride them would make me a hypocrite when I post mine in a couple of days.

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It is charming, quirky, sung not entirely in tune, and contains the phrase “shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants.” How many songs can claim that?

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Every year I look forward to watching the broadcast of this annual event, then do a Homer Simpson DOH! when I hear about it the day after it aired. Not that it should be difficult to catch – the show traditionally airs during the week between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day. But my brain gets wiped clean after the Christmas retail season, and the week after is spent stumbling along, trying to remember my name and where I put the car keys.

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This evening, after finally locking the doors, we were cleaning up with the store iPod playing in shuffle mode (yes, we use an mp3 player at a CD store…what of it?! 23,191 songs, by the way), when this came on:

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Did I say how rabidly anxious I am to see I’m Not There? I am. Anxious. And rabidly so.

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