Goodbye David Byrne: It's Not You [It's Me]
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I thought this might be someone with something to say about artists who get so successful that they forget what got them there, David Byrne being my favorite poster boy for his head-up-his-ass New York rich bastard life that was paid for by people like me who can't afford his fucking shows anymore even as he goes on and on about Art and Inspiration but if he didn't get paid he wouldn't do shit. Wealth separates you from reality - really, it's the only reason to have it - but that separation makes you shallow and pointless, and your "art" becomes more and more a celebration of the egocentric masturbatory excesses of the Paltrow crowd, which I suppose makes sense as they are the only ones who can afford it.
But it's not. It's some painful celebration of a slow kid learning how to put random text on pictures.
Celebrate the slow kid! I like that!
Thanks!
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When I saw the title I thought David Byrne had died and I almost started crying.
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Don't cry!
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I was once at a Mike Doughty show & turned around to see David Byrne ______________ in the crowd right behind me.
a) forcefeeding a cow raw hamburger
b) pushing a wheelbarrow carrying three dead prostitutes
c) applying hot-sauce to his tender nipples
d) handing out fliers for his own show like an asshole
e) fingerbanging a tear in the fabric of reality
f) rapidly aging while holding a martini
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B?
...if only
