I know. You’re singing it already, aren’t you?
I’m your only friend,
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend,
But really I’m not actually your friend,
But I am.
Flashback to 1990 and John Flansburgh and John Linnell’s retro 1960’s robot-inspired brand of alternative indie rock. This was the hit from their album Flood which I had – and probably still do have somewhere – on cassette.
More recently, I was amazed to see their name on the credits for the “Hot Dog” theme to The Mickey Mouse Funhouse: a series I used to watch with alarming regularity. But this was their biggest hit – their only hit, really – before they moved into kids’ music and won a Grammy.
But who could blame them for making up wonderful nonsense for children when their stuff for adults contained such wonderful nonsense as:
So the room must listen to me,
Filibuster vigilantly.
My name is blue canary,
One note: spell L-I-T-E.
The whole of Flood was rather experimental – 43 minutes of weirdness over 18 songs – but suddenly, I’m anxious to revisit it.
