I’ve rarely seen video screens used well in a music concert.
You create a community with music, not just at concerts but by talking about it with your friends.
Cycling is a joy and faster than many other modes of transport, depending on the time of day. It clears the head.
I still feel like if I can get a song to work with, say, a basic beat, a rhythm, some chord changes, and a melody, a vocal melody – if it works with that, then I feel it’s written and there’s something there.
So there’s no guarantee if you like the music you will empathize with the culture and the people who made it. It doesn’t necessarily happen. I think it can, but it doesn’t necessarily happen. Which is kind of a shame.
Crime is a job. Sex is a job. Growing up is a job. School is a job. Going to parties is a job. Religion is a job. Being creative is a job.
I don’t think I have grand visions that I will never achieve.
Everything’s intentional. It’s just filling in the dots.
With music, you often don’t have to translate it. It just affects you, and you don’t know why.
I like a good story and I also like staring at the sea – do I have to choose between the two?
There’s a great temptation to clean everything up and make everything more perfect. You have to know when to stop and stop doing it, or you might end up with something that sounds metronomic.
By the time Talking Heads were starting, my feeling was to throw out everything and start from scratch onstage; strip it down to as close to zero as you can get and then you can make it yours.
It seems almost backwards to me that my music seems the more emotional outlet, and the art stuff seems more about ideas.
I’ve never had writer’s block.
It didn’t even occur to me that I’m the last person in the world who should play salsa or Brazilian music.
If anything, a lot of electronic music is music that no one listens to at home, hardly. It’s really only to be heard when everyone’s out enjoying it.
I’ve noticed that when I am selling a lot of records, certain things become easier. I’m not talking about getting a table in a restaurant.
The voting booth joint is a great leveler; the whole neighborhood – rich, poor, old, young, decrepit and spunky – they all turn out in one day.
Most of our lives aren’t that exciting, but the drama is still going on in the small details.
I love getting out of my comfort zone.