Life is imitating art imitating life.
As those of you who follow U.S. politics may have heard (and as those of you who follow cheddarslime gossip tongue-wag sites have known for a month now ), former Vice/Presidential candidate John Edwards, once upon a time the Democratic party’s big sexy hope, has admitted to cheating on his terminally-ill wife (and all-around nice lady who signed my copy of her autobiography “with love”) with socialite social-lite Rielle Hunter, aka Miss “I’m going to film you being all just-woken-up-rumpled and unshaven and call these little post-bedroom snippets ‘campaign webisodes’”, aka Alison Poole, the Bret-Easton-Ellis-via-Jay-McInerney character (aka the walking literary human cocaine straw punchline).
It’s perfectly fine, though, because, in Edwards’ words, his wife Elizabeth’s cancer was “in remission” when he was creepin’ (it has since returned full-force), and, after all (again his words) he “didn’t love” Aliso, I mean, Rielle.
Ladytron: Ghosts (Modwheelmood Remix)
There’s a line in B.E.E.’s Glamorama , a sprawling mess of a book beloved around the once-singular Resonator office(s), that comes to mind right now: “I just think there’s a hole in your truth”.
(there’s also the bit in American Psycho where it’s explicitly stated that Poole will give blowjobs for Amex Card holders. )
I instantly thought of this Ladytron song, from this year’s underwhelming-in-the-face-of Witching Hour release Velocifero, and this specific remix, which bathes the song’s dry, minor-stab chorus of “there’s a ghost in me/that wants to say ‘I’m Sorry’/it doesn’t mean I’m sorry” in reflective, pensive synthetic washes. It’s hard to watch Edwards, basically damage-control-to-Major-Tom-ing it up last night by blanketing the world in his blue-eyed apathy, and not find this as the perfect soundtrack. This is a contemplative kiss-off of a remix, and it’s all I can hear in my head right now. I dedicate this one to you, Johnny Feelgood.
Elizabeth Edwards, meet Carol McCain
http://dallasmorningviewsblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2008/08/what-elizabeth.html
embarrassing that I grew up in Raleigh knowing John Edwards and his fam and then later spent a lot of energy telling people he really was a genuine cat. well played sir.