For those of you who don’t me know that well, I am a huge Talking Heads fan. And I have David Byrne on a ridiculously high pedestal. So much so that I can even admit that it makes absolutely no sense. Whether he is making incredibly weird art books with Dave Eggers or bike racks or decides that this particular album needs to be about Imelda Marcos, I am always on board. My general reaction is, “Do what you need to do, Dave! I’ll love it all!”
I don’t think that’s the greatest way to view an artist, which is why I hardly ever write about the Talking Heads or Byrne. When you’re alternatively gushing or squealing in delight or getting all starry-eyed… it’s not a good look for someone who likes to imagine that she’s a reasonable person who can take a few steps back and try to flip perspectives and form a rational case for her opinion. (Cannot even talk about the upcoming collaboration with Annie Clark. CAN’T EVEN TALK ABOUT ABOUT IT!!!)
But the approach that he takes towards his work, which I would describe as the “just make things and make a lot of things and don’t even really worry about whether they’re good or not just make them” approach, is one that I would love to embody more in my own life. There’s hits and misses, but he is always busy and always working and following his interests down whatever road they may go.
I am beyond excited to dig into Jonathan Lethem’s 33 1/3 installment about Fear of Music. I’m going to try and work it in to my other ridiculous reading schedule because I don’t think that I can put it off much longer. And I’ll try and write about it if I can stop myself from being too fan girl.