Posted by: anneghormley | January 9, 2008
Birdhouse in Your Soul
Responses
Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads. They Might Be Giants, how I love you.
By: Bess on January 10, 2008
at 7:59 am
Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he’s underwater does he get wet?
By: anneghormley on January 10, 2008
at 8:19 am
Been quite awhile since I’ve listened to that. Don’t know if it’s the headphones, better musical listening skills on my part, or crystal clear sound quality on that clip, but I heard some harmonies/intricacies that I don’t remember.
It’s fluff, but it’s really skilled, fun fluff.
I can hear you, just barely hear you. I can just barely hear you.
By: Sam G on January 10, 2008
at 11:21 am
I watched this clip once through yesterday and it has not left my head since then. What fun, catchy music!
By: Kate on January 11, 2008
at 11:19 am
Bess!!
Hey, how appropriate to rediscover you alongside a “They Might Be Giants” song, since you’re the one responsible for getting several permanently stuck in my head. (Only a week or so ago, I spontaneously began to sing, “A woman came up to me and said, ‘I’d like to poison your mind . . .’” Used that one a lot around Harvard Divinity School.)
Get on Facebook if you’d like to get back in touch–I’ve recently joined there & allied myself to the postmodern world thereby, I suppose.
In other news: Susan is pregnant!!! Due to have a girl in early February. She got married back in ‘03, I think it was.
Anyway, would love to hear from you!
Uh, sorry to everyone else who has had to listen in on a rather peculiar post . . . 
But then again, if you’re already listening to “They Might Be Giants,” how much weirder could it get? My greetings to the rest of the Ghormley clan.
By: Rachel Billings on January 12, 2008
at 11:13 am
