Discerning Taste

Adam has discovered the wonder that is Jonathan Coulton. He likes to hold my hands and spin in circles doing the Mr. Fancy Pants dance. When we finish that, he asks me to play the Monkey Song. I plan to try him out on Skullcrusher Mountain next; just the thing for a budding evil genius.

For those of you who've been living under a rock for even longer than I have, Jonathan Coulton writes songs and puts them up on the interwebs for free. Or mainly free. They're licensed under Creative Commons, which "provides free tools that let authors, scientists, artists, and educators easily mark their creative work with the freedoms they want it to carry. You can use CC to change your copyright terms from 'All Rights Reserved' to 'Some Rights Reserved.'" So you can buy the songs, or just listen to them, or make copies of them, or make videos of dubious quality and put them up on Youtube.

All of which is pretty cool, of course, but the more important thing is that there's a guy out there who's devoted his life to writing songs about half-monkey, half-pony monsters. And my kid likes him, too.