Rhythm Section Want Ad
Wednesday, June 13th 2007 · My Old Videos · YouTube
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Okay, so the Ronald Reagan cereal commercial hasn't aged well - it isn't as funny today as it was then. But here's another of our videos from high school. This was probably the best of the bunch. When Steve, Doug, Sven, and myself were assigned to do a music video, we chose Rhythm Section Want Ad by They Might Be Giants, a band we were quite into at the time.
The quality has suffered quite a bit in the translation from VHS, and my once frame-perfect editing now slips towards the end, resulting in out-of-sync audio and video. In fact, the quality at the end is complete trash. Maybe I'll try to re-transfer it from the VHS when I get some time.
Anyway, here it is - our Rhythm Section Want Ad video. Enjoy.
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Comment Thursday, June 14th 2007 by Magus2
I like the video, not bad for high school. TMBG also put a song on the podsafe music network for podcasters. What a nice band. I always liked Ana Ng.
Podshow link:
http://music.podshow.com/music/producers/producerLibrary/artistdetails.php?BandHash=447dd0932fe85f59fa2076b309ec72c8
Ana Ng video link:
http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=7dQLkxz6c2E&eurl=http%3A//www.google.com/search%3Fsourceid%3Die7%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft%3Aen-US%26ie%3Dutf8%26oe%3Dutf8%26q%3Dana%2Bng%2Bthey%2Bmi&iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/7dQLkxz6c2E/2.jpg&t=OEgsToPDskJH6Y4UdLBtpU3zMz4_gDow
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's llike a whirlpool, it never ends
CHORUS
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
these are the words the voice was repeating:
CHORUS
when I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here, and I know you're there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is, we don't know anything
CHORUS
Podshow link:
http://music.podshow.com/music/producers/producerLibrary/artistdetails.php?BandHash=447dd0932fe85f59fa2076b309ec72c8
Ana Ng video link:
http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=7dQLkxz6c2E&eurl=http%3A//www.google.com/search%3Fsourceid%3Die7%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft%3Aen-US%26ie%3Dutf8%26oe%3Dutf8%26q%3Dana%2Bng%2Bthey%2Bmi&iurl=http%3A//img.youtube.com/vi/7dQLkxz6c2E/2.jpg&t=OEgsToPDskJH6Y4UdLBtpU3zMz4_gDow
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's llike a whirlpool, it never ends
CHORUS
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
these are the words the voice was repeating:
CHORUS
when I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here, and I know you're there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is, we don't know anything
CHORUS
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