They Might Be Giants will drink your blood, unless you do the dance!Well comrades, I’m back. Miss me?
One of the joys about holidaying alone at home is that I can listen to all the music the Mrs and The Boy have, for various reasons, put the kibosh on.
Thus, on Sunday morning I spent many enjoyable moments listen to “Lincoln” from They Might Be Giants, playing air piano accordion and doing the They Might Be Giants dance*.
TMBG are best known for their quirky lyrics and general zaniness but they’re also fine and knowing musicians as well. Witness, for example, the rockin’ xylophone solo on “Cowtown”, the infectious banjo picking on “Stand on your own head” or the string quartet on “Kiss Me, Son of God”.
And what’s that? You say you’ve heard a more poignant line than this one from “I’ve Got a Match”?
I’m going to die if you touch me one more time,
Well I guess that I’m going to die no matter what.
I put it to you, sir and/or madam, that you are a lying liar who lies.
And very few of their pieces go a lick beyond three minutes – the perfect length for a pop song.
It’s impossible to listen to “Lincoln” without smiling and breaking into the They Might Be Giants dance.
* A modified fox-trot, if you must know.
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6 comments:
Yes, TMBGs are a terribly clever little band. I do like them. We need bands like them to exist. I equate them to Ween who are generally regarded as funny and quirky, but are also, in fact, quite brilliant musicians who refuse to take themselves too seriously.
And yes, it's great to have you back, Ramon. I was beginning to wonder what my life would be like without you. I decided it wouldn't be as good*.
*But still quite bearable.
I never got them.
People either love them, hate them or walk away looking puzzled.
They're part of a musical tradition dating back to the surrealists of the 1920s.
I've never heard of them
Your world is poorer because of this, Squib.
And this explains why TMBG rocks.
Jolly good to have you back, Ramon.
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