Posted on Thursday 4 May 2006
Back in 1989 I was sorta going to Dunwoody High School. I say sorta, because for the last month or so I was there I would attend first period and then grab a book from the library and spend the rest of the day in the woods behind school reading and smoking until the final period, which was Music Appreciation with Mr. Hinton. It was a class where we would get to bring in our own music, play it, and then have the class discuss the qualities of the song. I don’t think there was one time that I didn’t bring in my TMBG Flood cassette. To this very day I still try to force the band on anyone who will tolerate my presence for more than two minutes - not the largest demographic in the world.
Last night I got to see them live for the second time in their two decade spanning career, as it fit perfectly with my plan to only go outside once every decade. They played the Variety Playhouse in Little Five Points, a section of Atlanta easily found by following the distinctive scent of hippies and goths co-mingling. I call it Patchouli and Despair. Smells like a Neil Gaiman novel down there.
The show opened with a guy playing the ukelele who seemed to have a nautical fetish. Ukelele songs are much like pancakes, which never fail to seem like a good idea at the time but after the third or fourth one you start to feel like you wanna throw up a little. Michael Leviton actually held his own pretty well all things considered. It takes guts to go out on stage with what amounts to a midget guitar. Guts, or Tiny Tim’s borderline psychosis.
During the intermission between his set and THMB’s set I took some time to observe the crowd. A They Might Be Giants audience is one of the most diverse ones you are bound to find anywhere. Guys in business suits mingling with paunchy geeks, Suicide Girl hopefuls mingling with paunchy geeks, and I, Lord of the Paunchy Geeks. I will be their king one day.