Before I went to Ontario a courtin' in '92, I had to gather cash fast. I made about a few grand thanks in large part to the lovely yet nerdy collection of hockey cards which I could not now think to afford to replace - Dryden rookies, LaFleur rookies, entire 1970-71, 1971-72 O-Pee-Chee set, fourty Orrs, as many Gretskys. At a north end Halifax rink at a wintry Sunday flea market, I sold off Dinkie toys, comics and music. I sold my only CD by They Might Be Giants, Flood, and the song about the prosthetic forehead. Someone stopped from my CKDU days a decade before and asked how I could sell such things. I can't replace the full year near mint sets but I got a couple of They Might Be Giants CDs in the mail last week, Flood and John Henry, apparently the ying and yang of their popularity. The first album has the hit "Istanbul not Constantinople". The second has no hit. For the success of an album to reflect upon them would be, I think, to misunderstand them. They are weirdos. Weirdo music for people who like weirdoism. A little operatic, prone to strange instrumentation. Kind of a good boy Sparks. Anyone who can write pop music about this guy is fine by me.