My tendency, historically, is to wildly overplay something like this, footage like this.

I'm inclined to immediately get all melodramatic and emo about it. But let's not do that yet. Let's just chill out, shall we? Simply put,

here we got two rad guys who got on stage at a Tower Records in New York City, late on a Monday

night, and they sang some rad songs until past midnight early Tuesday morning.

Two guys and one accordion.

So yeah, here we got Brooklyn rock band, They Might Be Giants. My favorite band of all time,

for what it's worth. John Linnell and John Flansburg. Lennel's playing the accordion. This is the Tower Records at Fourth and Broadway in the East Village. It closed in 2006. There's a giant

Chipotle there now. That's not true. I made that up, but it

spiritually feels true. No, it would be way funnier if it were a Chipotle. Now, they might be

giants are throwing a midnight release party here at Tower Records to celebrate the Tuesday

release of their eighth studio album called

Mink Car.

This particular song ain't on the new album, and it ain't originally their song at all, but

already this tune is tremendously important to They Might Be Giants, and to the place they

call home, which is the place that most of us at one time or another have at least daydreamed about calling home.

This song is called New York City.

You said, it's no way, it's no way.

God, I hate this weather.

Now I walk through prisoners just to get us back to the camera. The camera is about to

swing out toward the crowd here, at which point I for sure am going to get all melodramatic

in emo about this. Re-watching this recently, when I first saw the crowd, I almost burst into tears.

That's the vibe around here lately.

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