Not that you care, but I'm currently listening to an audiobook version of Simon Schama's "Citizens, A Chronicle of the French Revolution." So far, it's probably one of the most fascinating, well-written histories I've ever read on any subject. It's also the most shit-in-your-pants scary, due to the vast number of murders the French committed against their own people in the name of patriotism. Among the many great stories crammed into this volume is the origin of France's national anthem, La Marseillaise. It was written by Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle on April 24, 1792. An amateur musician, he managed somehow to capture perfectly the love of country, the desire to shed blood, and the fear of foreigners in this ballsy number. It was so powerful that it was banned by Napoleon, Louis XVIII, and Napoleon III because of it's revolutionary verses.
Here's the best scene in one of the greatest films of all time, Casablanca. If we ever watch this movie together, please turn your head away from me when this scene starts, or you might catch me blubbering like a little bitch.
And here's a version that's as good as the original, and another fine reason why I can never get this damn song out of my head: