Thrill pill

All right. Right off the bat, know that those of you with souls should have copies of every record XTC has made. Additionally, you need copies of Andy Partridge's 8-disc collection of odds and ends. When you've got them - and not only gotten them but gotten them, internalized every eighth note and every passing poetic notion - come on back.

Okay, got them? Remember that little 45-second instrumental thing near the top of Fuzzy Warbles 7? Declan's favorite thing is to demand it in the car (and by demand, I mean that if you try to listen to anything else, he instead sings this song, AS LOUDLY AS HE CAN, and since it's an instrumental that's kind of an experimental concept) and then, at the end of its two too-brief repetitions, he shouts AGAIN! (That last shout might be aided and abetted by his old man.)

Thrill pill






(When you're ready to listen like a grownup again - just listen to the bass riffing, the second time through! Does England have any kind of lifetime grants to just sit in your house and make art for the good of the world? Can one be arranged?)

A-hunting we will go (Boo bo boo bo boo boo boo bo bo bo bo Bay bay buh baybay bay buh buh bay bay Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo)

Here's one for all of you readers who might have three-year-olds in the house, or just need to get in touch with your inner Funk Brother.




Courtesy of the invaluable Funky 16 Corners, please welcome The Boo Boo Song. When The Boy hears the introduction, he leaps from his chair like there's biting ants in his britches and starts a manic dance that can't be beat. His dancing works the way dancing is supposed to work (or so I'm told): he's so manic, and so hysterical, that no one can resist getting up and dancing with him.

So, what we have learned: Want a room full of dancing people? Start with a dancing three-year-old. (If you need a room full of dancing people and a three-year-old is not available, you're best advised to start with The Boo Boo Song.)