Tuesday, 7 September 2004
When I came home from work today, a programme called "Just for the Love of It" was on Radio 4 about an amateur piano competition. A blind lady was playing a piece so beautifully, it makes you want to cry, even though you have nothing to be sad about. I want to know what the piece is, so I make a mental note. There's no real information about it on the programme or its website, but I track down the webpage to the competition. Still no luck, but I find out the lady's name (Debra Saylor). Meanwhile, I have just downloaded Napster, to take advantage of a free trial - unrelated. So I find out by Googling that it's Debussy's "Clair de Lune" and download it. Awesome music. I listen to it over and over again, fascinated by its familiarity. I know I've heard it in a film before. I know there's water, it's near the end, there's a parting of some sorrow, perhaps some flashbacks of happier times. I can't for the life of me remember where I've heard it. So I Google again: "Ocean's Eleven" (the remake, not the original), which, by the powers of synchronicity, I had just fetched from my trunk in storage yesterday because I wanted to find an easter egg on it. True enough, it's from the closing sequence where they all meet up by the fountain in Vegas before going their separate ways, never to see each other again after the successful heist. As Hannibal from the A-Team would say, I love it when a plan comes together.