It’s a bit of a convoluted way that I’ve come to land on today’s post, so bear with me while I explain.
I follow a guy on Twitter, a Welsh stand-up comedian called Gary Slaymaker (@TheSlay if you’re interested). I follow him for three reasons:
- I think he’s funny
- He will often retweet things from his own Twitter feed which echoes with my own thoughts, politically
- He won’t remember this, or me, but he used to frequent the video store I used to run many years ago in the Cathays area of Cardiff.
The other day, he posted something saying that he had been to a funeral, and one of his other followers (Essex Harvard, Twitter handle:@_ALACS if you prefer) replied, quoting the lyrics from a tune by Lyle Lovett.
Now, I know very little of Mr Lovett’s work. In fact, all I really knew about him was that a) he features in one of my favourite films ever, Robert Altman’s The Player, and b) he was once briefly married to Julia Roberts (who he met on the set of The Player).
Friends of mine will know that I have an aversion to all films Ms Roberts appears in. There’s something about her that just rubs me up the wrong way. I can’t exactly put my finger on what it is (I think it’s her mouth, but what sort of a reason is that??), other than to say I think she’s awful and vastly over-rated. My mate Neil once described my position as the most surprising and unreasonable dislike he’d ever heard, and he’s probably right. I’m the same with Kiefer Sutherland (but not his father, Donald), which means that, yes: I hate The Lost Boys. Sue me.
I’ve tried to watch films and TV series that either appears in, but I just find myself wincing and bristling whenever they appear. I’d love to watch Hook or Erin Brockovich, for example, but Roberts is in them both so I avoid them (and Albert Finney’s in Brockovich and I love Finney, but not enough to over-ride my dislike of Roberts). I have three box-sets of Sutherland-starring 24, two still in their cellophane wrap. I know it’s supposed to be brilliant, but why put myself through it?
I’ve tried, is what I’m trying to say.
I can’t be the only one who has these absolutely unfounded prejudices against certain actors, can I? Help me out here, guys and girls.
Anyway, my knowledge of Lovett’s work has suffered as a result of his association with Roberts, but my interest was piqued by the aforementioned Twitter exchange, so I investigated further, and blimey Essex Harvard (Twitter handle:@_ALACS) was right.
So, here, from his Roberts-and-Sutherland-free album Joshua Judges Ruth is the Lyle Lovett song in question:
That is just brilliant, so my thanks to my two unwitting Twitter users for unintentionally steering me in its direction.
Who said that good things don’t come from social media or funerals? Probably nobody. Let’s blame Boris anyway, it’s the sort of thing he’d probably say, assuming somebody else had written it for him to read out loud and he managed to follow that simple directive.