And You May Ask Yourself...?

I had a really sweet dream about David Byrne last night.
I had forgotten about it until I listened to Eno & Byrne's "My Life in the Bush of Ghosts" earlier today. The first song, "America is Waiting" triggered my memory of the dream and I fell into a soft, fuzzy place. I don't remember the exact details, but there was something about chest hair and singing on stage with him. Whatever happened, it was good because thinking about it now makes me happy.

Since I was 16 I've had a huge crush on David Byrne.
And you may ask yourself, "Why?"
And I'll just tell you to watch STOP MAKING SENSE.
He's probably one of the coolest people that ever walked the planet Earth. Though some of his work is pretentious, he was the one of the forerunners of pretentiousness, so it doesn't seem as silly as these pseudo-artist buffoons nowadays. He had an interest for the abstract, the irreverent, and he was one of few in the past 30 years crafting his art around it. The lyrcis about inanimate objects, the evangelical glasses, the seizure-like dance moves, the lazy vibratto-these new artists should be thanking their lucky stars for David Byrne. Not only that, he made geeky sexy. Since the demise of Talking Heads, he's reinvented himself as the classy, statesman of rock constantly creating new and interesting music and art. Recently he unveiled his project "Playing the Building" at the Battery Maritime Building in New York City. This large vacant building was turned into a muscial instrument by connecting striking devices to the pipes, beams, and pilars. For more info check out David's website www.davidbyrne.com.

Now it's time to turn on some Talking Heads and go back to my warm, fuzzy place.

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was...