Oh god, so my favorite thing that I overheard at the event today was this morning, when this lady was walking by with like. 4-5 teens who were kind of horsing around and she was doing the "calm down and pay attention to your surroundings" talk, except it went, "hey, so the people here have been here for two days already, and have talked to a lot of people, so we're going to be real gentle with them, okay?" and like, holy shit, I appreciate the thought so much, because Jesus Christ. I am tired, I am sore, I am hoarse, me ears are done listening to people and various ambient noises, and I think my brain melted around noon yesterday.
But also. I was sitting there giggling, like what am I, a zoo animal with a delicate constitution? Like an easily spooked red panda. Or. I don't know what kind of zoo animal I would be, I think some kind of bear, perhaps?
True Stories (1986)
Oh, hey, David Byrne.
Okay, this is great if you're a fan of Talking Heads, eccentric humor, and, like, views of middle America. It's excellent, "Wild, Wild Life" is playing in the club, and John Goodman is about to start dancing.
Swoozie Kurtz (who, yes, was on LOST) is so rich she lives in a big fancy house and never gets out of bed, because why not.
Oh, malls.
David Byrne is a visitor, and sort of monologues as vignettes happen.
