My old cubicle buddy and friend, Maria, turned me onto this. She knows how deeply runs the love I have for Andrew Bird. She has watched me at my desk, gripping my headphones, complex emotions taking over.
But this, this is really strange. And kind of creepy. And also beautiful.
Margaret Cho talks about writing the song here, on her blog. When she googled the name of the man for whom she harbored feelings, Wikipedia told her that he'd been convicted of murdering his wife and stuffing her body in the wall of their home.
So she wrote this song.
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