this time my beloved mr. bird. singing spare-ohs. the violin at the beginning. the whistling. i swoon.
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videos i love
- am i ugly?
- big earrings, bigger hair, and a whole lot of twang
- a sunday smile
- eddie izzard on british vs. US movies
- eddie izzard on religion
- swell season (his opening here kills me)
- the littlest birds (watch for the cool striped stockings and the guy with the awesome beard)
- andrew bird - nervous tic motion of the head to the left (i so wish i could whistle!)
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