So I went to see Juno last night. I won’t go on about the film here – that’s not the point of this post – except to say that it’s probably worth seeing, especially if you need the feeling of completion provided by a third pregnancy movie, a capstone to the trilogy begun by Knocked Up and Bella (hey, one for each trimester!) No, the point of this post is to note that the song during the opening credits is sung by one Barry Louis Polisar, who was my favorite singer in the world when I was five years old. In 1978, he released his first live album, performed in front of a bunch of five year olds. Awesome songs about Sunday morning food fights with one’s brother, about tormenting babysitters, about shutting up in the library, about sending snotty children to Iran, and on and on and on. Here is one of this albums from back in the day:
Now he’s heading up the soundtrack to an indie flick. Which most likely means that the director decided to mine his own childhood for inspiration. Which means I’m old.
To write for Korrektiv, it is required that you have one foot in the grave.
Never heard of him. But with a title like that … he sounds a helluva lot better than Raffi.