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.”

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.