The Hammock Papers: Talking Heads

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19 June 2025

09 February 2025

22 November 2024

Happy Birthday, Weymouth

Tina Weymouth was born on this day in 1950.

"Cities" ...

22 June 2024

Simply Red, "Heaven"

I love it when a cover is better than the original.

10 March 2024

Follow.

Richard Butler and Chris Frantz talk ...

BUTLER: Follow what you love. If you're a painter, look through the entire pantheon of art and look at the things that you love and affect you and then use those as a base to create your own stuff. Originalities are very strange thing, it's a very Western concept, you know, it didn't apply in the Renaissance, it doesn't apply in Chinese, Japanese, ancient art. You always built on the back of Masters and, though people these days claim that originality is the be all and end all, it really isn't because they're building on past Masters, too. So don't worry about originality. If you follow your own direction and your own love, you will find an originality.

03 August 2023

Released.

Talking Heads released Fear of Music on this day in 1979.

"Cities" ...

10 April 2023

Practice.

With a little practice, you can walk like, talk just like me.

If that's what you want to do ...

13 February 2023

22 November 2022

Happy Birthday, Weymouth

Tina Weymouth was born on this day in 1950.

"Cities" with Talking Heads ...

03 August 2022

Released.

Talking Heads released Fear of Music on this day in 1979.

"Cities" ...

29 June 2022

Weymouth.

Stop Making Sense, the Weymouth cut ...

16 June 2021

Talking Heads, "Born Under Punches"

09 June 2021

Talking Heads, "Cities"

You can never be too subtle, and you can never be too simple.

Paul Valéry

19 January 2021

Talking Heads, "Don't Worry About the Government'

I see the states, across this big nation

I see the laws made in Washington, D.C.

I think of the ones I consider my favorites

I think of the people that are working for me

Some civil servants are just like my loved ones

They work so hard and they try to be strong

I'm a lucky guy to live in my building

They own the buildings to help them along

14 April 2020

30 October 2019

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as magic when looked at in a scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.

David Byrne

15 August 2019

David Byrne, "What a Day That Was"

14 May 2019

Happy Birthday, Byrne

David Byrne was born on this date in 1952.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.

David Byrne

"Playing the Building"

25 August 2018

David Byrne, "What a Day That Was"

06 February 2018

Talking Heads, "Mind"

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."