Rednecks
The best way to hear Randy Newman is alone. Hearing him at home with someone else snickering along to his jokes isn’t much pleasure. Hearing him live, with other people around you, is peculiar torture.
He’s an excellent torturer. Not that that he’s a bad performer, or that he makes bad art. It’s the opposite of bad art — done in fine strokes, with unreliable narrators, several kinds of irony and proud resistance to musical trends. Al Green hands out roses when he sings. Randy Newman distributes shame.
-from a N.Y. Times review of a Randy Newman show
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posted by Mojo at 5:32 PM
1 Comments:
That's pretty good stuff.
I think the final irony occurs when the camera pans back to reveal the white linens, the white wine, the Perrier and the white people cheering him on.
It would be easy to miss that this song is as much an indictment of the North as it is of the South.
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