Similarly, Frank Burns was the true hero of M*A*S*H, senselessly tormented by Pierce and McIntyre under a totally inept commanding officer.

Pedantic quibble: "The study’s author reached this conclusion by slicing up tons of Spotify user data, as well as artist popularity data from another site called The Echo Nest." — Echo Nest *is* Spotify, after being purchased by them in March 2014.

This comment made me go back and relisten to Celebration in its entirety. Maybe not as bad as I thought it was, but still, no sir, I don't like it.

I just grepped through TMBG lyrics (albums only) and come up with 74 instances of the word 'sad' (there are 6 on the first album alone). It's always been there.

I don't get a TMBG fan that doesn't like 'Hate the Villanelle' — if you take away Linnell's formalist wordplay, what's left? Seems to me that if you put all of Linnell's songs into an old copper distillery and let it run all night, this song is what would drip out the other end the next morning.

If you'd told me back in '88 when I bought a copy of Lincoln that in 2015 TMBG would still be together and that my 18 year old son would be even more into them than I was, I would definitely not have believed you. We've seen them 5 times now, and there's nothing but solid new material. The '00s were a little weak for…

you must be thinking of some other band.

He smelled of old leather and plantains.

One of the strangest days of my life was playing with a Colombian salsa band on Sabado Gigante in 88 or 89. Got to sit in Don Francisco's makeup chair!

…and a char-broiled hamburger sammich.

Yeah, both, but an edge to Dietrich; remembering now that Steve Landesberg was the first standup comic that I ever saw live as a teenager.