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I guess it’s sacrilege to grow up in Memphis but prefer Eno’s take on a Stax song? This cover was on the Married to the Mob OST.

(Looking at Demme’s works on wikipedia and realizing how little I know. I’ve watched that New Order video maybe 50 times over the years, own a copy of Stop Making Sense, saw Something Wild and Married to the Mob in the theater (but remember nothing of the MTTM plot, only that the soundtrack was pretty good and weird) and I think my dad must’ve taped Swimming to Cambodia off HBO because I remember it too, improbably. His big brand-name movies – I guess I never got around to them.)

He (David Byrne)’s a genuine eccentric,” says Eno. “He’s always been exactly like that, and I’ve seen him remain like that in quite extreme situations. For instance, we were mugged together once in New York. It was quite frightening; we were mugged by 14 people. My enduring memory is of David being dragged off into the bushes, saying ‘Uh-oh!’ That’s absolutely true; it was like a cartoon scene.
—  Brian Eno

“ I really think that for us, who all grew up listening primarily to recorded music, we tend to forget that until about 120 years ago ephemeral experience was the only one people had. I remember reading about a huge fan of Beethoven who lived to the age of 86 [in the era before recordings], and the great triumph of his life was that he’d managed to hear the Fifth Symphony six times. That’s pretty amazing. They would have been spread over many years, so there would have been no way of reliably comparing those performances. “

~Brian Eno
  

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
—  Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices