Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah

I laughed and laughed at the advertisement for Now That's What I Call Disney, the last word written in the distinctive Disney script. Rock'n'roll died a long time ago, but there are still some people who haven't noticed.

Then again, in those people's own terms, was it ever alive? At best, their idols were common or garden proto-Thatcherite tax exiles. Beyond that, the only significantly greater levels of political commitment were expressed by Eric Clapton and David Bowie, way out on the Far Right. Now That's What I Call Music might as well have teamed up long ago with the ghastly ghost of Walt Disney.

I have checked, and the song that has lent its title to this post is on the play list, which gives the films as well as the tracks. Kiddies will eventually ask why, alone among the films plundered for this compilation, they have never seen, or even heard of, Song of the South (doubtless a ruination of the Uncle Remus cycle as much as everything else in the Disney canon is a ruination, making them all tell the same, not very good, story). How long before it is shown on terrestrial television? Perhaps every Christmas Day, followed by Birth of a Nation?