David Byrne, I don’t understand you at all. Sometimes you are the best, and then other times you are the guy who gets millions of dollars to make art in a cool building and comes up with this.
When you get both hands busy on the keyboard — as anyone who comes to see the work will be allowed to do — the room roars and clatters to life, seeming to harbor an invisible band playing something written by Phillip Glass in collaboration with the Stooges, a Japanese sho virtuoso and a kitchen full of 3-year-olds with pots and ladles.
Sounds great!
No it doesn't.
And then you say things like this:
"I’m not suggesting people abandon musical instruments and start playing their cars and apartments, but I do think the reign of music as a commodity made only by professionals might be winding down."
It’s about time. I’m sick of those professionals, always walking around with their noses in the air, acting like they know everything about everything. Stop pushing your filthy commodities on me!! Why don’t you just go back to your corporate headquarters and keep polluting the planet with your child labor corporations corporations homophobia oppression. Jerks.
I do still want to see that building though. Who wants to come with me? Afterwards maybe we can rent American Beauty and learn to open our eyes to the beauty everywhere around us. Look closer, guys. Look closer.
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"You don't make any sense, David...THAT'S A GOOD THING!!!"
-- David Byrne's fat female friend.
"Thanks cause I'm an ARTIST"
-- David Byrne responding while wearing a huge suit.
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