I first saw They Might Be Giants when I was 18 at the Beacon Theater. Now, with my 18 year old son I am seeing the same songs performed as it is the 30th (ish) anniversary of Flood.
I have a lot of feelings about this and because it is me, the expected ones might be melancholy and nostalgia. Yet when I look at this fine young man beside me, I feel the opposite. I feel his sense of wonderment and optimism.
Blue bird of friendliness, like guardian angels it’s always near.
...All my darkest hours talking like this... 
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