Hillary Clinton’s campaign has attempted to whip up enthusiasm for its campaign-song contest, in which you–yes, you!–could select the lucky song. Her website announced the winner with a brief, mildly amusing video inspired by the last episode of The Sopranos (which I liked, by the way) and bearing a Sopranos in-joke: Vince Curatola, who played Johnny Sack, gets up from a diner stool and gives Hillary and Bill a funny look on his way to the bathroom. There is an amusing and telling scene in which Bill whines “no onion rings?” when confronted with Hillary’s order of carrot sticks. Is Hillary running as Sensible Mommy, the one who hands out boxes of raisins on Halloween? The video cuts to black and a link to the contest winner: You and I by Celine Dion.
Celine Dion? Bad choice, musically and symbolically. Not to get all chauvinistic, but the campaign knows that Celine is Canadian, right? Her soul–if we can use that word in discussing Celine Dion–is Las Vegas, a slice of American cheese topped with Miracle Whip, but her birth certificate says Charlemagne, Quebec, Canada. Couldn’t Hillary find a tune by an American pop songstress? Ugly Americanism aside, Celine Dion’s music is insipid and You and I is a yawner of yearning
and treacly aspirational lyrics and generic rock.
Enjoy the carrot sticks. (Any happier now, young Shakespeare?)