A Wiggly Coup!

Hold the presses!  I can’t believe this wasn’t broadcast on some kind of emergency news basis.  However, according to the Internet (which means it must be true), Greg Page is returning as the Yellow Wiggle.

I’ll give you all a moment to gasp in shock and awe.

Recovered?  Then we’ll continue.

Yes, according to the Wiggles’ press release, Sam Moran has graciously agreed to step down and Greg will be take over again.  Greg was the original Yellow Wiggle and one of the founders of the group.

Dave and I used to amuse ourselves with speculation over the abrupt personnel change.  Had Greg been eaten by a crocodile during a Wiggly Beach Party?  Had Captain Feathersword launched an attack and abandoned Greg on a desert island?  Had there been a more prosaic Beatle-esque breakup over the direction of the group?  Our theories prove that a) we spent way too much time thinking about this and b) we clearly watch too much TV.

The official report was somewhat duller than our wild conspiracies.  Greg retired because of health problems that prevented him from performing live.  That’s their story and they’re sticking to it.

Those problems must have been dealt with, one assumes.  Which leaves us with the most important question: how does it affect us?

We thought our boys were starting to outgrow the Wiggles but lately they’ve had a revival in our household.  Alex has always preferred Greg to Sam, so I suspect he’ll be happy.  I doubt Nathan will care one way or another as long as the songs keep rolling.

Personally, I think Sam is a superior singer and performer to Greg.  But Greg has something that I don’t think Sam did: passion.  Watching the man through concerts and shows and random songs, you can tell that performing for children is a passion of his.  And clearly, as one of the founders, the Wiggles were his dream.  He loves it and it comes through with every goofy smile and exuberant dance move.

So I don’t think I’ll be too upset at losing Sam.  There are too many people in this world who are doing jobs that they’re good at but they don’t love.  Being the best at something isn’t as important as loving what you do.

Welcome back, Greg.  We’ve missed you.