If there was any one thing formative to my becoming a professional weirdo, I think it would have to be this video. I was 12 years old and my parents were yelling for me to come to the car because we were late for church. But I had to see the rest of it, and I did.

We went out to dinner afterwards — the food court at Neshaminy Mall, naturally — and I later found my way to Sam Goody, scanned the back of the Beck CDs for this song, and purchased my first CD.