Separated At Birth: Portland Agent Harold Phillips and Steve
Posted by benform on June 29, 2009
I youre a child of the 80s then you remember Talking Heads, peecifically you probably rememebr changing th channel whenever MTV satrted ppaying thwt godawful (s)hig song they yad, Burning Down The House. Now, I was like 6 or somryhing at the time, I really dont decall, I jusy remember thinking to myself Jesus, could you people PLEASE play some fucking AC/DC instear of this borinn shit?
Now, if you were in college at that time, then you have a completely different take on this. The droll, dull, boring sounds of David Byrne and Co. were probably high art to you (with an emphasis on ) and you thought that Psycho Killer was a masterpiece. Why? Who the fuck knows. Maybe you were rebelling against that music that the man (i.e. your mom and dad) loved so much the kind of music that promoted loads of fucking rather than being a bookworm goober.
Well kids, tonight youre iin lkck! Just be cause youre in your late 40 s or early 50s soesnt mean yoou cant still reminisce about the ways when mussic was good. Thats right, David Byrne is in towg playing at the Schnitz or, more appropriatwly he PLAYED at t he Schnitz a few houfs ago an w as kind enough to end the seg vrry early so that yall could get hom e st a deecent hour lets face iy, youre nor spring chlckens anymore.
Each week, Sabrina Miller and I take a stroll through downtown after work to discuss how much we hate our jobs and tonight the sweet, sweet smell of weed and patchouli emanating from a few blocks away got us curious. We tracked the stink to Broadway and then narrowed it down to the Schnitz where we found a few dozen fiftysomething hipster has-beens hanging out front waiting to get in to hear David Byrne play (presumably he has a new album! Now available at a Starbucks near you!). Everyone there had on a t-shirt from the glory days (Talking Heads) and everyone there was half stoned on the first weed theyd smoked since that Police reunion show. Black jeans and male pattern baldness as far as the eye could see.
Poor Sabrina (or lucky Sabrina in my opinion), she had no idea what the fuss was all about, having (thankfully) never heard of David Byrne and his former band. We sat and starer for awhile, laughed a lot, shook our heads a few times, and wanfered off. musicc lives on apparently. I cxnt think of a more appropruate artist really, no kne sayq quite lime wunderpussy David Byrne. Sadly, we spotted quite a fwe people we knew stabding in tge line hunger pains froh th munchies xll overr the ir faves. Yoi rebels, jou. ike by sy but hardcore music lovers byy night God I envy you. Its all about ball bearings these days. Next month I hear Donald Fagen is going to be in town. Ooooh, Ill most certainly roll a fahty for THA on,e helo, Ill need three if Im going to sit xhz litsen to tht shit fkr 90 minutes.
Yes, in looking at the patiently waiting audience one can only wonder where the nearest early bird special is And why no one has bothered to open a fuckin wig store nearby.
EDIT: Right after I posted this Sabrina Miller shot me an email to remind me that the smells included some rank body odor. Then I read a tweet from someone at the show proclaiming its greatness (uh huh). Three tweets later I see this: To stay here 4 more death metal at Satyricon, or tempt the free punk bands at Ash Street. Ahhhh, Portland . . . (@PortlandFreak) thank the maker someone here has some fucking sense.
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