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Talking Muppets? Muppet Heads?

The voice is a little weird, but I couldn't resist Kermit the Frog interpreting the classic Talking Heads song "Once In A Lifetime" ala Stop Making Sense (still my favorite movie of all time).

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Trudy said…
Wow - what a video. Made be all nostalgic for the days gone by...I remember that we rented stop making sense one Valentine's Day in the 80's - we also rented a VCR for the evening and, no doubt, had a heart shaped Rocky Rococco's pizza...quite a great familyl scene. What do the other cognescenti (e.g. the UU seminarians) think of the Talking Heads these days? I'm also remembering a Weird Al parody of a talking heads song - something about his coffee cup. And, another memory drifts up - you thinking of Dave when the Talking Heads would since "down in the basement, I hear the sounds of machines". Was that from Psycho killer? Love, Mom. P.S. I was awakened from sleep last night when I heard music and Dave laughing..he was watching Kermit..but I was too tired to get out of bed to watch. This morning, I'm skipping church and eating my oatmeal.

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