Turnin' Rebellion into Money

Ah, the irony. (I think that's the right literary concept.) Sheet music for The Clash, laid out in a dizzying array of little black dots and squiggles, as if it's Bach or Beethoven. It amuses me no end.
Just finished watching the brand new, Region 0 PAL DVD of Rude Boy, courtesy of amazon.co.uk. I haven't tried it on the regular old player yet, but it works just fine on the iBook. A little research told me that PAL DVDs play just fine on computers, even with the cheesy, disfigured Apple player app, the only slight problem might be a random bit of blockiness. I only noticed it once, for a flicker around Paul Simonon's head. But then again, I've noticed that on good old Amurkin NTSC discs, too.
I haven't seen the film since, well, a long time ago, when it was on USA's Night Flight (it was probably spelled Nite Flite) at midnight once every few months. I could never understand why the band was so mean to poor, oafish Ray. The other film they also ran a lot was Breaking Glass, with Hazel O'Conner. I should see if that's available, too.