It’s been 20 years since They Might Be Giants first came on the scene, and their music has been all over the place - from Tiny Toons to Malcomb and the radio itself.
I’d like to send out a Happy Birthday to my favorite band in the whole wide world.
Join me, Doper Giants fans, and smile as you think about all the great music they’ve made.
Putting a TMBG CD in always makes me feel better.
Thanks to the two Johns!!!
I have a tape of Flood and I tell you it is almost worn completely. Favorite song from that… Particle man.
There’s even an article about Them in the New Yorker. The main point of it seems to be that They’re just famous enough. The people who would like Them have found Them and stuck with Them. They make a living doing what They love, but it never got out of They’re control. A friend of mine even burned a CD of TMBG covers he found on the net, including a marching band.
Great stuff all through the years. I love Mink Car; They finally did a love song.
Anyone know how they wound up on Tiny Toons, by the way?
John Linnell knows.
Happy anniversary of sorts, band I’ve heard of and heard but never bought an album by! And don’t forget to look for John and John’s new kid album, No!
It’s not my birthday! It’s not today!
It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
Happy Birthday TMBG!
Happy Birthday TMBG! 20 more years of crazy goodness!
Twenty years? Surely you must be mistaken! That’s completely ridiculous. You see, I was a freshman in high school when TMBG first came out, so obviously it can’t be twenty years, because that would make me … oh. Well. I see. Carry on.
It’s worse than you think, del. The New Yorker article describes them as “two guys in their early forties.” Now doesn’t that sound like the first shovel of dirt landing on your coffin.
No! is a wunnerful wunnerful album. I got it for Mr. Bean for his first father’s day. It’s been living in the CD player ever since.
p.s. I am not your broom!
A woman came up to me and said, “I’d like to poison your mind…”
Particle man, particle man, hit in the head with a frying pan …
This group has some special meaning for me. When I drove cross-country in 1995-1996, I forgot to bring my own music. My then-girlfriend, a very serious TMBG fan, brought all of her stuff. So I got to hear evvvvvvvverything. Thankfully. 
Damn right, del.