Who got a match!?!
So here we are. It's 2006, or some shit like that, who can remember anymore? Anyway, it's whatever year this is, and we're all hanging out listening to our sweet ass Sufjan Stevens albums and feeling pretty cool about ourselves. Wait, you're not still listening to that pussy crap, are you? Don't you know this year we listen to TV on the Radio at ear splitting volumes instead? Get the net!
Anyways, I was thinking (bad start, I know) that since we all do tend to get caught up in this silly tight-pants-black-rimmed-glasses-shitty-hair-cut-indie scene, and since this is my first real music entry in this blog that we should take a moment to acknowledge our sponsors, so to speak. Though the Shitty Beetle blog bows to no corporate sponsors. That's just really sad.
Okay, no more Wayne's World. Where was I? Oh yeah, music. Earlier, when I said sponsors, I really meant something else. I meant bands that were around a long time ago that made bands that are around now possible. One of my favorite bands of all time, and in my opinion one of the most important bands of all time was The Talking Heads. Now I know, to most of you they're just that band that did Burning Down the House. And fuck yeah, that's them! However, The Talking Heads were far from just another goofy 80's pop band. Shit, the Heads were doing music that sounded like 80's music in the 70's. That's right, before it was cool. But the point is that The Talking Heads were doing new things with music, fusing punk music with pop music, African rhythms with the new wave. I guess talking about music in this way can muddle up what's really important about a sound. What's really important here is that this band made some fun motherfucking music. Catchy, experimental, danceable, different, and joyous.
If you listen to bands that sound like The Arcade Fire, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, or most any other new age retro indie non-sense, you should thank David Byrne and company, because without The Talking Heads pretty much none of your favorite bands exist.
God it feels so good to listen to this band. And I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's time for you to pull your head out of your ass and download the discography. I mean buy it. Whatever.
Download. Listen. Dance. Uh oh, love has come to town.
Talking Heads - Uh Oh, Love Comes To Town
Talking Heads - Making Flippy Floppy
Anyways, I was thinking (bad start, I know) that since we all do tend to get caught up in this silly tight-pants-black-rimmed-glasses-shitty-hair-cut-indie scene, and since this is my first real music entry in this blog that we should take a moment to acknowledge our sponsors, so to speak. Though the Shitty Beetle blog bows to no corporate sponsors. That's just really sad.
Okay, no more Wayne's World. Where was I? Oh yeah, music. Earlier, when I said sponsors, I really meant something else. I meant bands that were around a long time ago that made bands that are around now possible. One of my favorite bands of all time, and in my opinion one of the most important bands of all time was The Talking Heads. Now I know, to most of you they're just that band that did Burning Down the House. And fuck yeah, that's them! However, The Talking Heads were far from just another goofy 80's pop band. Shit, the Heads were doing music that sounded like 80's music in the 70's. That's right, before it was cool. But the point is that The Talking Heads were doing new things with music, fusing punk music with pop music, African rhythms with the new wave. I guess talking about music in this way can muddle up what's really important about a sound. What's really important here is that this band made some fun motherfucking music. Catchy, experimental, danceable, different, and joyous.
If you listen to bands that sound like The Arcade Fire, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, or most any other new age retro indie non-sense, you should thank David Byrne and company, because without The Talking Heads pretty much none of your favorite bands exist.
God it feels so good to listen to this band. And I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's time for you to pull your head out of your ass and download the discography. I mean buy it. Whatever.
Download. Listen. Dance. Uh oh, love has come to town.
Talking Heads - Uh Oh, Love Comes To Town
Talking Heads - Making Flippy Floppy
posted by Kyle Funk at 9:33 PM
3 Comments:
Tina weymouth is a robobabe.
wonderful job as always mr. beetles. your homage to the talking heads made me so happy! well, gosh darnit, i'll miss reading that lj of yours. as creepy as this sounds i was always so impressed with how you expressed your thoughts. but, alas, the pages keep on turning i guess. and that's always a good thing.
-alison
Hey what a great site keep up the work its excellent.
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