Spin globally, think frequently

A friend loaned me her copy of the 1960's Audrey Hepburn/Cary Grant movie Charade recently. I hadn't watched it in years and had forgotten how clever some of the dialogue is. Especially the scene where Audrey and Cary meet cute on a ski trip right before they both return to Paris. I've left out a few bits, but this contains most of the delight (of course, much better experienced with the unplaceable accents and unmatchable elegance of Hepburn and Grant on-screen). They don't write 'em like this anymore.

Cary: Do we know each other?

Audrey: Why, do you think we're going to?

Cary: I don't know. How could I know?

Audrey: Because I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.

Cary: Well, if anyone goes on the critical list, let me know.

Cary starts to walk away.

Audrey: Quitter.

Cary stops in his tracks.

Cary: Huh?

Audrey: You give up awfully easily, don't you? What's your name?

Cary: Peter Joshua.

Audrey: Oh, mine's Regina Lampert.

Cary: Is there a Mr. Lampert?

Audrey: Yes.

Cary: Good for you.

Audrey: No, it isn't. I'm getting a divorce.

Cary: Please! Not on my account.

Audrey: Oh, no. I don't really love him.

Cary: Well, at least you're honest.

Audrey: Is there a Mrs. Joshua?

Cary: Yes, but we're divorced. I've enjoyed talking to you.

Cary starts to leave again.

Audrey: Oh, now you're angry.

Cary: No, I'm not angry. I just have a lot of packing to do.

Audrey: Wasn't it Shakespeare who said: "When strangers do meet in far off lands they should ere long see each other again"?

Cary: Shakespeare never said that!

Audrey: How do you know?

Cary: It's terrible. You just made it up.

Audrey: Well, it sounds right. You going to call me? I'm in the book.

Cary: Are you?

Audrey: Charles is.

Cary: Is there only one Charles Lampert?

Audrey: Lord, I hope so!

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If you want to buy a great indie-indie singer/songwriter album, check out Tim Seely's Funeral Music. He used to be a member of one of my favorite smart pop bands The Actual Tigers. He's left the piercingly pleasurable harmonies of that group's Gravelled & Green album behind for a more stripped-down, rusty shed sound that brought a tear to my eye with the bee-u-tiful "The Bees at Nite," stirred up road weary reflection with "Trucker's Lullaby" and illicited some sweet soul yearning with "Fake What You Need."

One of my favorite lines:
"[In a fateful sigh,
the many things I may never try]"

There's some really interesting instrumentation going on here and the packaging has a homemade, letter-pressed low-techness that is tactile to the max--even a little grey bird's feather was tucked inside the CD case. Awww! Tim's voice is really great, too. Unaffected and appealing.

Sample some sounds on his site and then do whatever feels rite, a'ite? If you like what you hear, you can buy it online for the low-low price of only $9.99 at Sonic Boom Records. This concludes my pop pimping for the next fortnight or so.