Can’t seem to face up to the facts,
I'm tense and nervous, can't relax,
can't sleep, bed's on fire,
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire.
(
Psycho Killer Qu'est-ce que c'est?, Talking Heads)
I watch this video from
Stop Making Sense and can't help but think that David Byrne is everywhere you wanna be, baby! The man's bug-eyed brilliance has the music of the strange-spheres ready to blast through his veins like the overture of a quaking neutron star.
Cheers,
Marc (
"Je me lance vers la gloire ... OK!")