Two words that sum up my evening: best ever. They Might Be Giants was far cooler in performance than I could possibly have imagined and remained on the side of relative sanity preceding the show.

I would gladly have paid full admission even if I’d only been able to tell John Linnell my name, shake his hand, and hear him say, “Hi, I’m John”. Forget making of one’s day… this has made my year.

An encore. It confused me, but was also of unspeakable joy. On an afterthought, I can’t say truthfully that I was never before confused by They Might Be Giants.

…and the world sings, “Kiss me, son of God!”.