No One Knows My Plan: Brass, Smugness, and Secret Smiles
The horns are shouting, Linnell is smirking, and my recent sad days are all behind me (ok, a little in front of me still but mostly behind me. Let's move on.)
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet of my suburban childhood home, I had my eyes locked on our big square TV. My obsessive combing of the Sunday newspaper’s Entertainment section had paid off. Live from the House of Blues was airing, and for the first time, I was going to see They Might Be Giants perform on my own screen1. The first song on that televised…
