Jules et Jim: That Was MY Song!

Jules and Jim.  One the best movies ever. Really. Ever. Certified.  Directed by Francois Truffaut and released in 1962, it appears on  several best films lists and was, it is written, the biggest success of the influential French New Wave.  The story of two men and one woman, all of whom love one another, and Paris, and World War I, and friendship, it is wry and romantic and original and wonderful.

And that song!  Listen to it just above here, and watch Jeanne Moreau, Oskar Werner and Henri Serre as Moreau sings Cyrus Bassiak’s Le Tourbillion.  The song did not deserve to be amputated and appropriated.  It, and the emblematic film, have always stood for a time, a dream, a view of war and life, friends and love — and Paris.

Then TurboTax, a pox upon them, came along and stole it.  Probably not technically; I’m sure they paid for permission to stick it into a dumb commercial about tax deductions and weddings.  I am NOT posting or linking to it here.  One less place you have to see it.

Of course there’s nothing to be done.  There never is.  There are scholarly  books about it.  And we know it works, or they wouldn’t do it, right?  But oh what a violation.

Many commercials have used popular songs to strengthen the marketing message conveyed. When a commercial uses a popular song well, the music is aligned with the visual imagery and words. It creates a synchronized message that brands hope will induce purchase of their products.  by David Mitchel, Vice President of Marketing at Norton Mitchel Marketing on Duetsblog

This is not my first musical outrage.  I refused for years to buy Nikes for my sons because they were using Revolution in their 1987 commercial.  (Only later did I learn how mean that really was; they had so wanted those shoes…)  and that the Beatles, who had sold the song rights to Michael Jackson, had sued Nike [who had legitimate rights] to get the thing off the air.)  The lawsuit finally wore everyone out and the ad stopped running but it had aired for a long time. Here’s the commercial:

Of course by now every song we’ve ever loved has been exploited — er, I mean licensed — to sell something.  I can remember doing a story when the trend revived in the late 80’s and interviewing plenty of high-profile musicians who were devastated that their songs had been appropriated and others who were happy for the money.  Some no longer owned their catalogues and had no control over how their music was used.

I get it.  It’s part of capitalism and all that. It’s just that, once in a while, it feels like they go too far (if that’s possible) and use something that meant too much, at least to me.

WHAT $600 WILL BUY IN MANHATTAN –OR HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND [STILL] LOVE NEW YORK

Room2This is our room at the W Hotel on Lexington Avenue across the street from the Waldorf.  It’s a trendy place with dark hallways (trendy), leaning mirrors at the elevators (trendy), a lobby all silver and white and wood, including a huge bowl of silver Christmas Tree balls and another of silver Hershey’s Kisses.  Our room is literally no bigger than this.  And the bathroom… well, look.

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This is it.  All of it.  We lived in Manhattan for 20 years so I know from New York prices and this post isn’t really about the $600 (!!!!) room.  It’s just that this is ALL you get for $600.  This event is across the street and our hosts put us here.  I’m not ungrateful; in fact, it was lovely of them to place us right there.  I’m just stunned, even after all my years both of New York living and heavy-duty traveling that this is what things cost.  Plain, old, mediocre to not-so-great things like this room.

Purchases1 THIS is what I bought in ONE DAY of getting ready for the dinner I went to tonight.  Enough makeup and hair products and hair styling/cutting/coloring to (almost) pay for this room.  It will last a very long time but I’m crazed with guilt.  Oh well.  I’m trying not to surrender to all the "I don’t need that" stuff when it’s things I want and actually might need (at least a little bit) and doesn’t cost as much as a laptop or a car.

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This is where we were – a benefit dinner.  This is Cheap Trick performing Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.  Everyone dancing in the aisles and me vacillating between loving it and feeling weird at people channeling Beatles wonders, but not the Beatles.  Should they?  Was it irreverant to the point of sin?  I don’t know, but it sure was fun. 

There’s lots more and I should tell you about it but I’m tired and we have to get up early to get the train home.  I will say that seeing 50 or so cancer survivors up on the stage singing "Good Day Sunshine" was pretty moving.  Goodnight for now.