Her love is real, but she is not gave me one of those rarest of thrills: sitting in another room, I heard the intro to "Martin Sheen" coming from Kim's office, and I literally sat bolt upright, raced into the room and had to ask just what was on the stereo. I've been listening to records for a long time, kids, and it takes a real whopper to get me out of my chair. Justin Moyer's alter ego, Ms. Sedgwick, is one such whopper.
Each song in Edie's entire body of work is named for a Hollywood celebrity. Contrary to the expected, though, he/she ignores the cliché and facile path of the ironic slam, instead opting for the much more clever, and infinitely more effective, route of incorporating each actor's notable character into a song-story that presents a far greater depth to the commentary. This curious celebrity-tinted lens on reality is backed by wicked electronic beats, live instruments, and Ms. Sedgwick's sneering tenor, all provided by Mr. Moyer, stalking the stage like an irate secretary on a nic fit, clad in high heels, sequins, and brunette wig.
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