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1. Angel - October 29, 2007

No, but rest assured they will sympathize with you….

2. Chuck - October 30, 2007

This is terrible. What a terribly politically incorrect affront to tall people.

I feel as if polka has turned it’s back on me, and I have turned my back on polka.

I’m still okay with dots though.

3. Jules - October 30, 2007

We’re so cool guys, we can talk like stoners without pot.

4. babylove - October 31, 2007

Is that an actual saying from somewhere other than my brother’s bizzare song? (the thing about the Swedish marching band) I mean that in all seriousness. I just heard a demo of a total wacky song my brother wrote with that line in the chorus, I thought he was a genius but now I’m having my doubts.

5. Jules - October 31, 2007

True genius is never understood in its time.

6. florecita - October 31, 2007

Um…
It seems like a situation where a bunny outfit would save the day.

7. sonialee - November 1, 2007

Imma go with genious.

8. Cel - November 1, 2007

Wasn’t the midget in “Zoolander” Swedish?

9. Jules - November 1, 2007

I believe they were Finnish, but you should check with Mike Moore, our one-stop Zoolander authority.

10. Chuck - November 2, 2007

This is so cool

This is the coolest conversation that we have ever had.

This is the coolest conversation since I found out that that “pussy footing around” didn’t mean what I thought it meant.

I didn’t just contradict myself. I’m giving the word “ever” some breathing room.

I hate constrictive words.

11. Angel - November 5, 2007

Hahahhaha….Chuck it hurts!!

12. masa - November 9, 2007

“Can I still be a part of the marching band even if I can’t harmonize with Swedish midgets?”

That’s why I gave the option of playing the tuba… I figured between tuba playing and harmonizing with Swedish midgets there’s something for everyone out there.
That’s the whole point of songwriting anyway: sing about something that everyone can relate too.
How many times have you felt like a short, insignificant, semi-worm-like midget. And then when you tried to get sympathy, no one understood–as if you were speaking Swedish?
See? There are other Swedish midgets who understand.

Actually, it was about 1:00 in the morning and I was practicing piano when I played that strange melody. So I picked up a mic and sang whatever words came to mind so I would forget it. Then, since it was somewhat amusing…I warbled my off key voice and I sent it to a friend who was having her birthday…and who also has a taste for the abstract and absurd.
I’m sorry it confused you. It confuses me too–mostly in those little moments of introspection that I have every so often. The rest of the time, I just write it off as “artistic expression.”