Eventually, I will quit giggling. It just won't be anytime soon:
I caught an incredible performance by David Byrne at the Hollywood Bowl in LA tonight. Backed by the Texas-based Tosca Strings. Impassioned, funky, magnificent.Impassioned!
Funky!
Magnificent!
What do I smell? I smell home cookin'!
. . . it's only the funky!
It's only the funky!
Now I used to think this man was funky:
--but clearly, I had no idea the true nature of the funk.
I will find a city, find myself a city to live in--
--but only after I ascertain that it is FUNKY.
Good night.
Okay, okay, okay: I didn't see the show, obviously. Maybe it was really and truly impassioned, funky, and magnificent.
It's just a little bit to me as if Charlotte had written "SLENDER," "BIPEDAL," and "AQUATIC" in the web above Wilbur.
Posted by Ilyka at June 27, 2005 11:15 AM in triviaDavid Byrne always made me think what if Kafka had written an alternative version of Metamorphosis, with an insect turning into a man instead.
Posted by: Andrea Harris at June 28, 2005 03:27 AMMaybe by "funky" she meant "smelled like old gym sock?"
Just wondering. . .
Posted by: Margi at June 28, 2005 09:26 PM