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I've always thought of They Might Be Giants as something of
an acquired taste, rather like beer or many of the foods of my
childhood, the kind of things that would be suspect or even mildly
revolting to someone who didn't grow up Jewish in New York in the late
50s and early 60s. I first heard Giants on Tiny Toon
Adventures, as I recounted around the beginning of this blog in a
post about
The Roches. And it took a
while after that to appreciate their particular blend of tuneful and
weird.
So what does it mean that I don't get that sense of weird listening to
The Else? Have they mellowed? Or have my musical taste buds
been so corrupted, at least where they're concerned, that I can't be
disturbed any more? Truly a puzzlement. Now I'm just left enjoying
the music, which is hardly a complaint. Still, I miss being
disturbed. (No, not like that!)
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