I hate when I ask my server to recommend something, and he or she recommends a dish that sounds just fucking terrible. I have a near-crippling fear of letting others down—even perfect strangers. So it is more likely that I will spend the evening slurping goat brains through a fake smile rather than tell Alejandro (who came to New York to DANCE but has to work this stupid job to be able to pay the rent for his tiny studio in Queens) that his recommendation was in vain.
“Come On Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners
I saw The Perks of Being a Wallflower this week and it has been a long time since I’ve loved a movie quite that much. It’s a very honest movie. It faces both the very best and very worst parts of being an introverted kid in high school. One of my favorite aspects of the movie was the music. “Come On Eileen” plays during a particularly cathartic scene at a school dance in which the main kid realizes that he’s not the only weirdo in his school, and that maybe he and the other weirdoes could be weirdoes together.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is still playing in a few theaters—I highly, highly encourage you to go see it. And if it’s not playing near you, buy the DVD when it comes out on February 12th. That movie deserves a hell of a lot more success than it's seen thus far.