[From the Venue Songs DVD:]
Next stop: Los Angeles. Behold the House Of Blues. Paradoxically, this classic American juke-joint, as old and as broke down as the blues itself, is made entirely out of contemporary construction materials, and in fact was built by Dan Akroyd himself, with his own pudgy, Canadian hands. Indeed, the House Of Blues' public image of loose morals and lost weekends contrasts sharply with the club's hyper-efficient 'Triumph of the Will' management style. And it continually perplexes its visitors, including They Might Be Giants, who adopt an appropriately aggressive attitude for this venue's theme.
First stop, Los Angeles. Behold the Hollywood House of Blues, rock music's mystery spot. From the day it emerged from the primeval mud of Southern California in 1992, this ageless structure has befuddled scientists. Here, compasses spin wildly, rivers of ranch dressing and well bourbon inexplicably run upstream. The corn bread weighs twice as much as it reaches your stomach. What strange power compels the House of Blues' customers to overpay for watered down drinks night after night? No one knows! And yet, its enigma thrives and compels They Might Be Giants to write its first Venue Song.