It's funny that David Byrne writes like he talks. This whole thing is written in short little fragments and questions.
I'm reading his book, How Music Works. It's a great presentation of history, technology, sound, the works.
I was thinking that as I read it, and then began to read it in his voice. In another post today, Rebecca Wolff waxes on the same theme with less thrift:New York City used to be cool, and now it’s not. It’s not at all. It is boring and dismaying and stymied; everything potentially cool in it is overwhelmed and inflated and parodied and sold. You can’t even love the absurdity of it because it’s too painful and we cannot be allowed anymore to callously love, for their absurdity, systems that oppress and impoverish. New York is a giant sinking pile of crap compared to what it used to be.