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John Flansburgh of TMBG Talks Reissues in His "What's In My Bag?" Video

Posted by Rachael McGovern, March 7, 2012 12:50pm | Post a Comment
John Flansburgh at AmoebaThe guitarist and co-founder of They Might Be Giants, John Flansburgh, gave us a really thoughtful, interesting "What's In My Bag?" video. His selections are mostly reissued Jazz, soul, and British Invasion rock LPs. The stories he tells about the artists, how educated he is in their history, and why he chose each record is very compelling. Not to mention he fondly refers to two of his Jazz picks - Anita O'Day and Blossom Dearie - as "nut"s.

On a heartbreaking note, last night on Twitter John mentioned that half of his picks from this Amoeba trip and other records he'd picked up while on tour, were burned in a trailer fire. 

(In which the author returns from the hospital.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 30, 2010 01:53pm | Post a Comment
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I'm too sexy for my Intravenous therapy.

Well, dear readers, I have returned to you after an opposite-of-glamorous stay at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center where I was hospitalized for five days. In the words of French philosopher Ferdinand de Saussure, “Je n'ai pas aimé cela.”

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(Which sees our author recovering.)

Posted by Job O Brother, March 21, 2010 12:55pm | Post a Comment
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Whew! Am I glad to see you! Because it means that it’s a new week, and let me tell you – I used last week until it was nothing but a grey and tattered rag. So I can’t wear last week anymore, but I can use it to clean my car.

But I don’t have a car.

Life is complicated.

Since I arrived in Hollywood five years ago, a young and vibrant crackerjack of a kid with high hopes and boundless dreams, I have used my wit and spunk to cultivate a lifestyle wherein which I spend most of my time hidden away in my spooky study, hunched over my laptop and writing scripts about young and vibrant crackerjack kids which I ceased to resemble about five years ago. It’s a circle of muthuhfuggin’ life.

As a result, I haven’t ever actually developed a circle of friends. I’ve just kind of Yoko Ono’d my way into my boyfriend’s social circle, hoping no one would notice. People from my hometown find this hard to believe.

“Job, how is it that a young and vibrant crackerjack like you hasn’t been surrounded by fawning admirers?” they collectively ask.

“Well gang,” I answer as I mix up a batch of my famous celebrities, “I’ve just been so focused on my writing career. I’ve already met the person I want to be in a relationship with for the rest of my life, so unlike my single friends I’m not driven out to socialize in order to find a mate; plus there’s something about fun and laughter and good times that gives me a tummy ache.”