I made this! But I don’t know why. I guess the lyric “She lit a cigarette both hands behind her back” (passable gibberish) made me think of Prince Randian’s trick (prince of where?) of lighting a ciggie without using any of the appendages he hasn’t got, in Todd Brownings’ notorious FREAKS. The rest just followed, with all the other connections a result of luck & looking.
The song is by Belouis Some (?) and it’s eighties-tastic. I saw the original video for this, a soft-porn bit of nonsense, at the cinema, but I forget what the feature was. I recall David Bowie’s Jazzin’ for Blue Jean short was on with COMPANY OF WOLVES, though. Music videos at the cinema — discuss.
I have to say, these are some of the worst lyrics I know — “So seldom witnessed, never seen.” It says something bad about humanity that the lyrical innovations of the sixties, in which narrative and rationality were jettisoned in favour of evocative imagery and surreal, poetic connections, so quickly translated into “whatever rhymes and scans.” The production is really nice, though.
Anyhow, this little piece, which I knocked off on Thursday, is probably equally meaningless/opportunistic, except I quite like the way reassembling the footage forces you to create new relationships and narratives, and the meaning-seeking part of the brain compels you to consider that perhaps birth defects are an expression of the imagination. Which doesn’t make any sense at all.