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slipjig3So Abbey was watching "The Adventures of Pete & Pete" last night. Abbey never watches that show, so I think it just got left on whatever station she'd had on previously. But anyway, I wandered in about 10 minutes before it was over and sort of half-watched out of boredom. The episode had a rock-concert theme, and the two Petes were playing classic-rock covers with two grownups. Since I don't know the show, I assumed they were regular cast members, possibly parents of one of the Petes. But I was watching the woman playing bass, and I looked at her...and I looked again...
*blink* "Wait a minute...isn't that Syd Straw?"
She started singing. Yep. "That's got to be Syd Straw. Oh...my...GOD..."
Then I thought, wait, no, that's too strange. Besides, there's two grownups up there, and the guy on guitar isn't anyone in particular. He's not...he's...
*blink* "Marshall Crenshaw?!"
My mind was officially blown at that point. I had to be wrong; this was entirely too perverse. So I decided to sit it out until the closing credits, physically wrestling the remote out of Abbey's hand at one point, because the show was boring her to tears. Luckily the credits were legible: writer, editor, producer... "Special guests: Syd Straw and Marshall Crenshaw." Oh...my...GOD...
At first I was baffled at how they'd managed to convince them to appear on this rinky-dink little kids' show. Then I thought, how big a flippin' music geek do I have to be to recognize Syd Straw and Marshall Crenshaw on sight, and get excited about it?
I think it's official now that I am not fit for human consumption. I'm going to go lie down now?
*blink* "Wait a minute...isn't that Syd Straw?"
She started singing. Yep. "That's got to be Syd Straw. Oh...my...GOD..."
Then I thought, wait, no, that's too strange. Besides, there's two grownups up there, and the guy on guitar isn't anyone in particular. He's not...he's...
*blink* "Marshall Crenshaw?!"
My mind was officially blown at that point. I had to be wrong; this was entirely too perverse. So I decided to sit it out until the closing credits, physically wrestling the remote out of Abbey's hand at one point, because the show was boring her to tears. Luckily the credits were legible: writer, editor, producer... "Special guests: Syd Straw and Marshall Crenshaw." Oh...my...GOD...
At first I was baffled at how they'd managed to convince them to appear on this rinky-dink little kids' show. Then I thought, how big a flippin' music geek do I have to be to recognize Syd Straw and Marshall Crenshaw on sight, and get excited about it?
I think it's official now that I am not fit for human consumption. I'm going to go lie down now?
