Why, you ask? Well, it's all about the music, really. My obsession with sexxy Linnell came much, much later. As in, eight years later. Their music has always been a major factor in my childhood; I grew up listening to them. I really do think, as cheesy as this may sound, they were quite helpful, and a main cause, for how I turned out. All their songs hold this sense of freedom, of fun, that I reveled in. Thoughtful, yet somehow so simple, with the underlining feel that they just didn't care what other people thought of what they were doing. They were doing it, and they enjoyed doing it. And, unconsciously, with the help of a very liberal mother, my life moved to try to mimic all that I got from one They Might Be Giants song.

You have to realize, though, that they were just They Might Be Giants. It wasn't John or John. Flansburgh or Linnell. It was They. And that's it. I had absolutely no sense of distinction and didn't even know I didn't. All the songs were done by TMBG. Not, "Flans sings this one!" or "That's definitely Linnell. The whiny voice gives him away." It didn't matter, and still doesn't. I have come to believe that They are one entity split into two beings, both conveniently named John. If one died (Oh God, no! Never!), the other couldn't continue TMBG with it still being TMBG. It just couldn't happen. Yes? No? Maybe? Okay, maybe I'm just a freak for thinking that way.