I'm not sure why we're digging Hardy Fox up and dressing him in a suit of lights after four and a half years, but if anyone deserves another round of applause,

I'm not sure why we're digging Hardy Fox up and dressing him in a suit of lights after four and a half years, but if anyone deserves another round of applause, it's the Residents. The cool thing about being old is I knew of cool bands before they were well known. And the cool thing about the residents is they remain obscure yet popular. The story I heard was they headed out on the highway in the late 60s, headed for San Francisco. But they only had enough gas money to make it to San Mateo. Or at least that's the story people told in Redwood City. Every now and again if the wind was just right, you could hear a few bars from "God in Three Persons" on the wind at the corner of El Camino and Roosevelt. Maybe you could hear it better from San Carlos. I'm fairly certain I met some of them when I schlepped my gamelan up to Alameda to get it tuned. In the next room someone was testing out a gamelan they were going to buy by playing Diskimo. But I was lucky enough to attend their Valentine's Day concert in Dallas as part of their 13th anniversary tour. Dallas sucked considerably less that evening.