You know that scene from Stranger Than Fiction, the one where Harold Crick plays the guitar in Ana Pascal's apartment? This one:
That's such a great scene, and a great song. I can't really speak from experience if the whole guitar playing schtick works for picking up the girls, I've only played guitar for one girl (in a non-lesson setting [yes, I've given guitar lessons. I'm not that great at guitar, but since I'm going into music education and all, I can teach it well enough. Currently I'm just giving saxophone lessons, at which I am considerably better]), and that was well after the "seducing" part of the relationship had passed. It still served its purpose, though, so take it as you will. As Dan le Sac said, "Thou shalt not use poetry, art, or music to get into girls' pants. Use it to get into their heads." I had never though of it that way until I heard that line, and liked it a lot. Now if I only knew how to do that, I'd be set, right? Not too sure on that one yet.
For some reason, this song has been stuck in my head for the past, oh, week. I don't know why it started or anything like that (I haven't watched the movie for over a month, since I was in Minneapolis), if it has any sort of subconcious meaning. My mind is just playing tricks on me, and continues to do so by making me over think everything. I've got a bastard for a mind. It serves me well most of the time, but then every once in a while it likes to screw me over.
I really should be going to bed right now, but can't seem to make my way over there. I've been kind of thinking about this post all day long, about what I wanted to say, and none of it really came together like I wanted. So maybe there will be a more in-depth post in the near future. I'm thinking there will be a new phase to the Unified Theory of Flenker. But for now, enjoy the song, enjoy the night, and just enjoy life in general. Why the hell not?