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Showing posts with label talking heads. Show all posts


Open To Interpretation #1: Talking Heads - "(Nothing But) Flowers"


One of the fun things about music is trying to figure out what our favorite songs are actually about. Scattered throughout rock history are dozens of songs where we can ask "is this about God, a girl, or drugs?" Other times, we struggle to tell if the lyrics are meant to be taken at face value. And a lot of the time, we just wonder if the singer knows about that girl in math class we have a crush on. Or maybe that's just me.

Anyway, this is the first part of a series I've begun called "Open To Interpretation," in which I'll attempt to figure out what some of my favorite songs (and hopefully some of your favorite songs) are actually about. We're starting off the series with Taking Heads' 1988 single "(Nothing But) Flowers," the best song of their final album, Naked, and thanks to its inclusion in Clerks II, one of their most famous.

In 2007, "(Nothing But) Flowers" found it's way onto a list of conservative rock songs. At face value, this might make sense, as the song talks about a future world where all of our modern conveniences (Pizza Huts, shopping malls, discount stores), have disappeared, replaced by a hippie dystopia. There are no more microwaves, and thus, we are forced to eat nuts and berries. Factories have become mountains and rivers. Essentially, all the things that a nature-loving environmentalist would hope for have come true, and life is miserable.

But does it make sense to read these lyrics without any irony? After all, this is David Byrne we're talking about. An art school grad, and not the most commercial-friendly guy in the world. Would he really write a song which blatantly says that consumerism and capitalism are good, and that a world where we went back to nature would be a nightmare? Surely, it has to be a bit more complex than that. 

After listening to this song, many many times, I've come up with four potential interpretations of this song, and I'll leave it up to you to decide which makes the most the since.

Interpretation #1: It actually is a pro-capitalism song. Despite his art school background, David Byrne has more of a right wing streak than we would think, and he wrote this song to tell us how to stupid all those damn hippies are for thinking a nature-centric world would make us any happier.

Interpretation #2: It's the exact opposite. The song is anti-consumerism all the way, and when Byrne sings "I miss the honky tonks/Dairy Queens/and 7-11's," we're supposed to think it's silly that anyone would miss those things. 

Interpretation #3: It's a little bit of both. The song isn't saying that we should miss all the aspects of modern consumerism if they were to magically disappear, but simply that we would miss them. Perhaps in an ideal world, we would be better off just eating nuts and berries, but the harsh reality is, we would really miss our microwaves.

Interpretation #4: It's none of these - David Byrne wrote a song that was damn near impossible to interpret simply for the sake of doing so. Remember the Frasier episode where he has a dream that he can't interpret, but then it turns out that he was subconsciously challenging his abilities as a psychiatrist by giving himself a dream that would be impossible to interpret? That's kind of what Byrne was up to here. It's a musical Rorschach blot, and you take what you want from it. 

So, there you go. Hopefully, one of those interpretations represents what Byrne was actually getting at back in 1988. I'll leave it to you guys to tell me how I'm a total Philistine who couldn't be more wrong, and I'll see you next month for round 2 of "Open To Interpretation."


John Hugar


buffaBLOG's Last Minute Gift Guide



So it's that time of year again. No, it's not Holiday Shopping Time; that ship has sailed, buddy. It's officially Last Minute Holiday Shopping Time, and if you're as much of a hardened procrastinator as me (I was supposed to post this article yesterday), then welcome to the club. But it's not too late to hunt-and-gather gifts for your loved ones. And you don't even have to resort to gift cards again this year. Here are a few last-minute, music-related suggestions for having a wonderfully commercialized Christmas 2011.

Impersonal: Gift Cards

Yeah, you know what? Just do the gift card thing. They're thoughtless, so they allow you much needed “Me” time. Plus, they don't QUITE scream “Get Bent!” as loudly as a stack of lottery tickets. But let's just pretend for a second that you care about the recipient: get a gift card that incorporates the one justification for our miserable human existence: Music.

Is your recipient a radio-head who just wants the latest urban contemporary single like they want a new pair of designer jeans? Get them an iTunes gift card so they can blow it on the latest Drake track, and then forget about it two and a half weeks later. Or if your recipient is always telling you about the latest mediocre band they found out about on Pandora, don't be all like, “Oh my god who cares,” be all like, “Hey, here's a subscription with no ads!” Or, if they're an underground DJ (go-o-o mash-ups!), give them the gift of unapologetic self-importance with an unlimited Soundcloud account! (Note: buffaBLOG prefers to embed Soundcloud clips over almost any other music-sharing service. Pro Tip. Become a buffaBLOG “fave” for 2012!)


"Mash-ups: More beautiful than Mozart."


Classy: Vinyl

Vinyl records sure as heck ain't dead. But a lot of the people who once owned them are. Which means that any record store you ever enter is going to be stuffed with a non-rotating supply of Old-Timey (pre-1981) material.

I bet that if you make the trip to Record Baron (3048 Delaware Ave), the Record Baron Himself will help you figure out exactly which Sinatra Christmas Album is better than all the other Sinatra Christmas Albums. Got a new significant other in your life? Pick up any Marvin Gaye (pref. What's Going On), and I promise you that your baby-mama wont be kissing Santa Claus this year. Want to head in a more Ironic/Slightly-Better-Than-Lottery-Tickey direction? Dig for Bruce Willis' The Return of Bruno. Dig, and you shall succeed (at accruing venomous hatred).


Don't watch this; just know that it exists.


DIY: Illegal Bootlegs

You don't have to open the wallet or type out sixteen digits/security code/billing address to make the season special this year. Tell your loved one “I love you enough to make bold presumptions about your aesthetic tastes but not enough to blow my unemployment check on you” with a wildly illegal bootleg. Download the utorrent client and hit up Pirate Bay (ask your “computer friend” how), or just Google “[insert album name] .zip” to find anything you could ever dream of. Add a dash of personalization by recreating the album artwork by hand, or even Sharpie the name on the CD-R in cool handwriting.

Or you could get Super Old-Timey (pre-2010) and scour the wasteland that is eBay for some seemingly legit bootlegs. Suggestion: there's a 7-inch of pre-'77 Talking Heads demos floating around under the name The Psycho Killers. Get sketchy, friend, and Merry Christmas.


"By the way, you owe me 47 cents for that blank CD."

steve gordon