The healing doesn't stop the feeling.


Fun TMBG-related story:

My first exposure to They Might Be Giants was at a friend’s house when I was maybe eight or nine.  That friend owned a copy of “NO!” that you could stick in a computer’s CD drive and look at all kinds of fun animations for all the songs.

I was looking at the CD booklet and I saw the lyrics for “The Edison Museum”, and I asked my friend to play it.  He told me that we weren’t allowed to listen to it because it was “too scary”.

To this day I still refuse to listen to “The Edison Museum”.  I know it’s not really that scary, but I still have the feeling that I shouldn’t listen to it.

But now I’m about to buy “Long Tall Weekend”, so we’ll see how scary it is.

It’s REALLY FUCKING SCARY, ACTUALLY. And I can’t believe they decided to put it on a children’s album. I will not listen to Long Tall Weekend alone at night and that is one of the reasons (but the main reason is “Token Back to Brooklyn,” oh my goddddddddddd).

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  • Three favourite songs: “Certain People I Could Name,” “Dark and Metric,” “They Got Lost”
  • Favourite lyrics: Just because you’re smiling doesn’t mean you haven’t drowned.
  • What the album means to me: I’ll admit that I don’t pay as much attention to this album as I should—I kind of forget about it sometimes, but there’s some pretty damn great stuff on it. I think it has the distinction of being the creepiest album, which, considering how creepy TMBG can get in general, is really saying something.

Today is the 14th birthday of Long Tall Weekend and the 2nd birthday of Join Us! I’m excited to be celebrating, though a little upset to be having to do both on the same day cos it means I can’t properly devote a whole day to each album. Anyway, happy birthday, albums!


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11. They Might Be Giants, “Older” (1999)
The TMBG track “Older,” from 1999’s Long Tall Weekend, masks any overt anxiety about aging and death behind a stentorian voice that sounds like Father Time making an uncompromising proclamation: “You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older / and now you’re even older / and now you’re even older / …and now you’re older still.” There isn’t much more to the song, beyond that chant with variations (“This day will soon be at an end, and now it’s even sooner”) and a bridge that announces, “Time is marching on! And time… is still marching on!” But the starkness and simplicity of song makes the message even more unadorned and terrifying: We’re all *constantly* moving toward death and running out of time, and actually thinking about it is maddening… but not thinking about it doesn’t slow down the process one whit.

—"Losing our edge? 14 panicky works about growing older"

(Source: The A.V. Club)

Today is also the birthday of Long Tall Weekend! This is the art for “Certain People I Could Name.”

Today is also the birthday of Long Tall Weekend! This is the art for “Certain People I Could Name.”

Here’s the demo of “Lullabye to Nightmares,” recorded for the John Henry sessions.


It’s still Thomas Edison’s birthday (February 11th) in my timezone, so HERE. ENJOY THIS SONG.

I spent last weekend digging around through Edison Diamond Discs and 78s at antique stores in Milan, Ohio (Edison’s birthplace, though we didn’t actually visit the museum because my friends didn’t want to pay the admission fee) and it was exciting, and I should’ve bought more, but I only bought one record.

"In the summer of 1993 WFMU DJ Nick Hill decided to broadcast his usual "Music Faucet" program live from his own apartment in Williamsburgh, Brooklyn. By a pleasant coincidence, about half of the guests on his show were also living upstairs from him or somewhere nearby. Nick and most of the performers were out on Nick’s deck, but microphones were also run up into Brian Dewan’s studio and also into the bathroom Brian shared with Mr. Linnell, which is where John and John performed this instrumental. John F. played guitar next to the sink, and John L played bass saxophone within the reverberant bathtub."

I like that when I can’t remember for sure how to spell the word “epaulettes” my immediate idea for a solution is not to, you know, try to find it in the dictionary, but just to look up the lyrics for “Certain People I Could Name” on the wiki.