Ok, this requires a bit of maths. You know that bit in the middle where the two circles intersect? I forget what's called, but it's A int B or something like that.
ANYWAY let's imagine that the circle on the left is my dad's taste in music, and the circle on the right is mine. I am increasingly surprised by how large this intersect-y bit is growing.
Latest addition to the middle bit is Talking Heads - obviously, I'm the one who came a bit late to this rather fabbo band, but that's ok. It's gone on my "safe to put on in the car when driving with dad because he likes it" list, and it's fun and a bit nuts and is good.
ANYWAY ONCE AGAIN the lovely gentleman above is David Byrne, a rather important member of said fantastic band.
And he's the alternative musician who just keeps on giving - from skinny gravity defying man in high waisted white pants to artsy scarf to distinguished silver fox (you're welcome for the extra Thom Yorke, by the way).
OH WAIT you need his composer credentials. He composed stuff for Big Love (squee!), and lots of other things I don't care for.
FACTS STOLEN FROM IMDB:
+ listed under Trademark - "edgy persona". Please put that on my gravestone.
+ Talking Heads has a rather wonderful song called "Psycho Killer" (of which Kate Miller-Heidke does a great operatic cover). Dear David's friend Barbara Conway used that phrase to describe things she thought were cool. In the 80s, Conway was murdered by a female stalker. AWKWARD AND UNFUNNY IRONY.
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