Untitled by poetwarrior
I went with a friend who was going off to Hampshire College to see David Byrne at the Inwood. He was fielding a Q&A session before screening Stop Making Sense to a full house equaly divided between serious film students (SFS’s) and Talking Heads fans (THF’s).
After answering such obviously lame questions such as, “Why the big suit?” David Byrne introduced the movie. After the lights dimmed and the projector whirred, an amazing thing happened. Scattered among the SFS’s were pockets of THF’s standing up to dance. The SFS’s tried shaming the THF’s from participating in a way to which we were accustomed. Scattered among the audience, a small cadre of THF’s would get up to dance and sing, only to be forced down by the SFS’s.
My friend and I grinned to each other and mouthed along with “Crosseyed and Painless” and “Life During Wartime” among other wonderful songs. I don’t know if there was ever a truce between the SFS’s and the THF’s. All I know is that it was a night of memories that will never fade away.
over 5 years ago
