Every year my excellent friend Kevin takes the day off to celebrate his favorite band, They Might Be Giants. I know I, at one time or another, shared the story of my clumsy They Might Be Giants beginnings with Kevin. Year ago, probably at the Saint John's Club, a group of us were sitting around talking about music. In the process of making a point about the subjective nature of music appreciation (and all art, for that matter), I pointed out that my ex-wife loved They Might Be Giants, but that I had never warmed to them. I did not know that they were Kevin's favorite band, and he was rightly appalled by my philistinism. Almost immediately a They Might Be Giants concert ticket with my name on it showed up - and then another. In an odd way, I think it was actually the true beginning of our friendship. Anyway, every year a radio station in Minnesota holds a They Might Be Giants marathon, with all sorts of cool, appropriately quirky surprises, and Kevin takes the day off to happily listen. He even cancelled out on the weekly Breakfast of Excellence for the occasion. This, as a Tradition of Excellence, clearly trumps the Breakfast of Excellence, and I vouchsafe his decision.
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