"Tom Courtenay" by Yo La Tengo. Put the thing on full screen. About fifty seconds in, there's a janitor putting posters on a wall. I am convinced this is John Edwards. You'll see him from behind, not really getting a good look at him, there'll be a shot or two with the band, then fifty-seven seconds in, he'll dance in front of the camera.
THAT IS JOHN FUCKING EDWARDS.
Later, he'll be at the show picking bristles out of his broom. Absolutely John Edwards.
Great song too, by the way.
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I've been swearing a lot recently. I don't like it, actually. I need to cut down lest I slip during grace at Christmas or something. I love that Simpsons where Homer falls asleep at church and hits his head on the pew and screams "Dammit!" at the top of his lungs.
Plus I think I've been keyed up with all these finals and papers and whatnot. Though in this case, the actor bears so much resemblence to John Edwards, a profanity-free sentence would simply be insufficient.
You can't tell me about the intervention before the intervention. Now you'll never get me to show up.
But that is so John Edwards, no?
So mute it, chimp.
But you shouldn't because it's a great song.
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