In my head and now in yours

In thinking about that last post while preparing the next one, the Talking Heads' song "Heaven" has taken up residence in my mind: "The name of the bar: the bar is called Heaven..." I suppose this was inevitable. So, for your enjoyment and (hopefully) my relief, here it is, from the "Stop Making Sense" film.

I saw that film 6 or 7 times at the Brattle Theater in Cambridge, MA, back in the day; bought the DVD on eBay a couple years ago and it's quickly become a family favorite. Awfully hard to stay gloomy after pressing Play on that disc. It seems to trigger whatever innate dance reflex humans have: even little Timo (1-1/2) moves in time to the beat; his brothers run laps around the room.*

The initial "Thank You" you see here is for the brilliant bit of performance art (video) that opens the concert (Mr. Byrne flails all over the stage each time the beat skips a groove). That, the famous Big Suit (video), and the elusive self-interview (video) still feel so otherworldly and unique that we squirm a little. Or maybe it's just me. But "Heaven" underscores the whimsical longing underneath it all.

I've been finding YouTube and its ilk to be a treasure trove of music new and old -- fodder for a future post perhaps. It gets pretty captivating sometimes. "Its hard to imagine that nothing at all / could be so exciting, could be so much fun..."

* 'Course they also do this for Black Flag -- our music of choice when the day is especially dreary (and mommy's far, far away).