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Hey gang, let’s talk music once again! Today’s legend in question is none other than one of the most interesting and unique bands to come out of America in the ‘80’s: Talking Heads. It’s sort of bizarre to me that David Byrne’s highly idiosyncratic spaz-rock art band is virtually a household name at this point, largely due to the band’s highly-successful, highly-unlikely hit “Once in a Lifetime.” There is an argument to be made for its popularity being owed to a new interest in music videos fostered by the advent of MTV, but again, Byrne’s now-famous nerdy dance moves are not the stuff of fame (then or now, really).
So I have kindof wanted to bring up this book since I first had the idea to chat into the I-ether about books, because, and for once I am not being hyperbolic, it is in my view one of the most terrifying paranoia-inducing books I have read, ever, EVER, and I seek that shit out. If you peruse TVTROPES (do not peruse TVTROPES, as you will never escape), the terms Paranoia Fuel and High Octane Nightmare Fuel most definitely apply.
In short, at first I was:
So, this morning I got an email from Steve Winwood. Apparently he and Chris Trash have been "in the lab with a pen and a pad trying to get this damn label off." Not really sure why he sent it to me. I guess because I'm the resident fake rap expert? Anyway, here it is, for your enjoyment.