For a start, the dream boy looks like a wannabee yuppie who
hasn’t made it off the ground floor yet. And then there’s a shot of Christine McVie
sitting in a field and accompanying herself on the piano – only her fingers
aren’t moving. And it’s set in a landscape of barns in Minnesota or somewhere. God alone knows what
barns in Minnesota
have to do with anything.
Which is a pity, you know? This song was a favourite of mine
back in the day, and I hate to see it compromised by a film maker who’s being
paid lots of money just to show us that he has no idea what the song is about.
Eventually I found the version with only the album cover to
delight the eye. It’s a nice picture. See below.
Still, soon be Christmas, and then we can delight again in
all those Christmas Songs from Down the Years. Oh joy!
There’ll be smart young things throwing cotton wool snowballs at each other, shameless women frolicking in fur-trimmed red bikinis, Dachshunds wearing cardboard antlers, and – hopefully – Shane McGowan looking like a leprechaun who headbutted the hardest stone in the fairy ring. And Kirsty MacColl. Hopefully.
There’ll be smart young things throwing cotton wool snowballs at each other, shameless women frolicking in fur-trimmed red bikinis, Dachshunds wearing cardboard antlers, and – hopefully – Shane McGowan looking like a leprechaun who headbutted the hardest stone in the fairy ring. And Kirsty MacColl. Hopefully.
Anyway, here’s Little
Lies accompanied by no yuppies, women with frozen fingers, or barns in Minnesota. Just a nice
picture.
5 comments:
Get your cotton wool snowballs out, this one's for you...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrAwK9juhhY
and this one, for a belated Krampusnacht...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EmqsEHl3P8
Thank you, Mel. That Krampus one was just surreal enough to be enjoyable.
I know! I loved it!
It's that look she does away from the camera at the end.
Some of the comments on YouTube were a bit sniffy about people disrespecting Christmas. I had to leave one of my own, obviously.
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