Sometime in the early 2000s I stumbled upon Momus' the Poison Boyfriend, a fantastic collection including spooky post-punk folk tracks released in 1987. Each of the songs on the entire record is odd and fantastic, thoughtful and rather sad. Lately, I've been listening to it while doing sets of jumping jacks.

Just now, I looked up a video of one of my favorite songs on the record to watch while jumping. Some of the songs are pretty long, so you can get 100-200 jacks during each one. For some reason the version above seemed longer than I remembered the song, and I was fascinated by the literal video that accompanied the song. As the song ended I hit 160 jumping jacks and decided to stop, and then was treated to a mini-commercial for WSU in Pullman, WA. Then I realized this version was entered into some sort of contest in 1997 by a WSU student. The comments contain a somewhat interesting story about the woman who made the video meeting Momus:

A story about Liza and Momus (aka Nick Currie)

After Liza went to LA to accept her award and after Kodak confirmed they would show this piece at their Cannes Film Festival Pavilion, she wrote to Nick. She did this to let him know what she had done with his song and since he was in Paris at the time, to invite him to the showing.

Momus wrote back to her to say that unfortunately he would be unable to make it down for the festival. At that time he was recovering from eye surgery, but he was able to watch the copy she had included with the letter. He said that until then he had never really thought of his song as a visual piece. But, she had changed his mind. He was happy for what she had been able to accomplish using his music.

The next year he was on tour in the United States. Liza traveled to San Francisco to see the show. At one point in the evening, she doesnt quite remember when, perhaps it was during an intermission; she took a chance and introduced herself to Momus. He not only remembered her, but he invited her up on stage with him.

In a wonderful pantomime Nick reached into a case and pulled up an invisible statuette. He told the audience Liza's story and how happy he was that one of his songs made it into the Cannes Festival. He took the time and explained that he was holding an Oscar Award for Best Music Video and presented to Liza.

Here I am in Seattle, doing jumping jacks while watching a video made in Pullman in 1997 set to the music of a man born in Paisley, Scotland. I'm not sure what death will be like, but sometimes life is pretty okay.