Blog: More than you really need to know about Birdmonster

Here's what I remember about music in elementary school: In third grade, there was this mousy woman who looked like a cross between Gilda Radner and Rhea Pearlman. She came twice a month with her plug-and-play Casio and we sang "Doo Wah Diddy Diddy" and "Rockin' Robin" and that song about the hole in dear Liza's bucket, dear Liza a hole. They were, in other words, some of the most annoying songs ever written. Because of this rather unfortunate introduction, making music didn't seem all that fun to me. You can only sing "It's a Small World After [...]