Quite possibly the greatest Parental Bonus ever recorded.

In keeping with my ongoing occasional series Reasons Why Sesame Street is the Coolest Children’s Series on the Planet, or at Least Used to Be Before the Giggling Red Freakazoid Took Over, I present:

Phillip Glass. The Geometry of Circles. ‘Nuff said.

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But do you really care/When you’re a marmoset?

I may have mentioned this before, but I have a deep and abiding fondness for the Sesame Street song about marmosets. Out of all the thousands of songs they played on the show, repeated over and over again, this is the one whose lyrics I learned by heart. Occasionally, to this day, i break out singing them in public. I cannot explain this; apparently, I was a weird kid. This is the view Shoemom endorses anyway.

Later, as all good little weird kids did pre-Nicktoons, I graduated to The Muppet Show. I frankly had no idea who most of the guest stars were, but the worldview of Henson & co — as definitely distinct from what’s happened to his creations since his death — I grasped instinctively and wholeheartedly. Just the other day, in fact, I taught Shoesis the proper way to cavort — and she turned out to be a model student. There may be hope for our relationship yet.

Some days you REALLY need to get to Sesame Street…

OK, so today has been totally Made of Fail for reasons that make me feel crumby just considering typing them, and after that last post I figure a little demonstration of my ongoing connexion with reality wouldn’t hurt anyway…in other words, it’s past time to bring on more glee. With extra spoonfuls of chocolate syrup and maybe some marshmallow fluff on top.

1) This one’s with rj_anderson in mind 🙂 Apologies for the sound, which I believe is a little off towards the end, but the imagery is amazingly gorgeous anyway:

2) That the gag is telegraphed a mile away doesn’t mean it’s not totally awesome.

3) “Ernie…what are you doing with those glasses of water?”: Probably the all-time E&B masterpiece.

4) Yep, it’s another of Kermit’s newsflashes gone hilariously wrong – now with bonus alien-invasion action!

Glee forever!

So there’s been some discussion re: the Take Back the Glee movement on LJ.

I am highly in favour of this whole idea, and not just because the icon attached to that post? Totally my phrase. Just saying. But no, I’ve actually been a firm believer in glee ever since I first encountered the concept in about grade five or so. If for no other reason than that it’s just such a fun word to bat around. To the point where saying it aloud several times running actually induces the state it describes. No, really, give it a try.

*pause*

Not bad, eh? I also recommend wandering around going ‘quack’ for awhile. Or ‘squeak’. Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak…

[ahem] Right, yes, glee production. While I have no severe traumas to bounce back from – yet, anyway – participation in the movement does seem like a good way to get out from under the dark(ish) cloud of my last post. Clearly, the blogging gods demand sacrifice. Besides which, it fits in neatly with my new YouTube-posting habit.

(Yeah, I know, I know. Next week: I report in breathlessly on how I’ve learned to make my own mood icons!)

Anyhow, for now I present two clips that bring me much personal glee, in the hopes that they may spread some further:

1) Bob & Ray, ‘Champion Low Jumper’ – C’mon, you know I had to. It may help (sorry, guys) that this isn’t a video per se; it’s a recording from their Broadway show, of one of their most famous routines. The screwball logic is just…so…logical.

2) Sesame Street, ‘La La La Song’ – One of the simplest and sweetest of the original Bert & Ernie clips…incidentally, ‘linoleum’ is a really fun word to say, too.

It gets even better when you imagine the makers of ‘Dora the Explorer’ watching openmouthed.

Jack Black, eat your heart out. A full thirty years before there was a School of Rock, Sesame Street enrolled us all in the School of Funk. In honour of Motown’s 50th anniversary, here’s Stevie Wonder, rocking the beloved ol’block with Superstition. Yes, really.

(And for those of you wondering – according to the comments, the guitarist in the blue cap, who looks like a young Ray ‘Who ya gonna call’ Parker Jr., is a young Ray Parker Jr.)

“I never dreamed it’d be the dust mops!…They’ve always been our friends!”

It occurred to me quite suddenly today that my Sesame Street tribute post has maybe one itty-bitty flaw: that a decent chunk of my readership probably doesn’t know what the heck I’m talking about, beyond hazy guesses as to a sudden case of Tourettes’.

Mind you, clarifying may not help my cause much either…but it’s bound to be a whole lot funnier. So here’s the long-untold story of the day the Muppet Martians (Jim Henson and Jerry Hunt) made First Contact:

Yip-yip-yip-yip…happy now…uh-huh, uh-huh…yip-yip-yip…

I just spent an entire evening rampaging through the Sesame Street clips on YouTube and favourited all my best ones. All the Yip-Yips, all the Bert & Ernie, all the Grover the Waiter (plus ‘Near and Far’ – love you, little blue dude!) Kermit and his Muppet News Flashes. Mr. Hooper’s death, for when I want a good cry (actually, closer to sobbing hysterically…)

Even the most obscure ones, like the ‘Capital I’ (“We all live in a capital ‘I’/in the middle of the desert, in the centre of the sky…”) and that one bit with Wanda the Witch where I used to twirl around the living room declaiming “A wild wind whipped the wig from her hand, and blew it away! Forever!”. They even have the Marmoset Song, quite possibly the most under-rated Joe Raposo composition ever (“And are there things to share, when you’re a marmoset/But do you really care, when you’re a marmoset?”)

And the guest stars! Lena Horne! Madeline Kahn! Patrick Stewart doing “B…or not a B?” Paul Simon doing improv with a preschool Macy Grey wannabe on Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard! R.E.M. singing Shiny Happy Monsters! Stevie- frelling-Wonder performing Superstition live!

Ooh, and did I mention all the Typewriter Guy bits? “Noo-nee-noo-ne-noo-noo…”

So basically I now have my very very own Sesame Street episode to play whenever I want. And my poor cranky inner child of a couple days ago is now curled up cozily, humming softly to herself:

But if green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But…why wonder…why wonder?
I’m green, and it’ll do fine
It’s beautiful
And I think it’s what I want to be.