My god is it youth or is it cocaine? All that running.
Full-on wardrobe changes?!
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BTW I call this my mac and cheese lewk, hence the macaroni necklace and block-of-cheese-like Crocs.
Anyway, listen, I’ve seen Stop Making Sense before. That was maybe 20 years ago tho. And watching it through this old, tired and stoney lens is just so different from watching it though that young, endlessly energized, and stoney one.
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Can we talk about how David Byrne was a white man ahead of his time? Hiring almost all Black supporting musicians because he knows if his music is going to take on Afro-Cuban influence, he better fucking hire some Black people to play it.
I have to pick up Cole from the airport in less than an hour. I miss him way too much for two nights away. Gross.
It’s also not fair that a band can rock so fucking hard and be such a tight little band AND performance art zhawniuses at the same time. Makes me mad.
And only this band can project a giant butt on the screen and NO ONE LAUGHS.
Treif.
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