In a mere nine songs, Michael Jackson made a masterpiece. This is more or less undisputed. Let us talk about one of the most prized records in my collection.
This is the first in a series of three columns, collectively titled Byrnanza, about the work of the musical genius David Byrne over the past thirty years.
I was lucky enough to catch Stop Making Sense in its entirety at the Tyneside Cinema this past weekend. I’d seen bits of pieces of it before, and there’s lots of it on YouTube all chopped up, but I can now safely say that there is NOTHING like watching it from beginning to end.
If you only read one of my columns, make it this one. That’s how much I want to share this with you.