The 23-year-old millennial who we were whisked to the concert, said afterwards, without hesitation, her admiration for the 66-year-old David Byrne. She knew his songs, not, she admitted.
But she found that the man was twice as old as she is, did a tight show had given. You see, we thought then, that we Byrne can safely be described as one of those rare artists …
But she found that the man was twice as old as she is, did a tight show had given. You see, we thought then, that we Byrne can safely be described as one of those rare artists who manage to use their old hits, so fresh that it seems as if they just yesterday were written. Because despite the fact that half of the set from Talking Heads-the material existed and chock full of references was to the legendary concert film ‘Stop making sense’, felt this show not as a nostalgietrip. On the contrary: they could effortlessly compete with contemporary popshows. Highbrow popshows a small but necessary side note.
As if he to its reputation of intellectual and artistic New Yorker wanted to depict: so was Byrne there in the middle of the stage on a table, with a bunch of plastic brain in his hand. That sounds luguberder than it looked. In the song ‘Here are the different parts of the brain described – biologieprofessor Byrne had just an attribute brought to the us. We use the word ‘professor’ here, by the way is not in vain: in his gray suit, his gray Warhol-blaze, threw Byrne rigorous glances into the hall, and he smote it in ” I should watch TV’ a teaching note.
David Byrne let there be no doubt that pop music is for him a serious matter, but he packaged this message in a light-hearted, tightly choreographed show full of nods to his great successes. When he seemingly disoriented about the stage began to spin, everyone knew that it was time for ‘Once in a lifetime’. (Everyone except our millennial so, because who knew the iconic video clip for that song will be heard, of course not.) In ‘This must be the place (naive melody)’ he performed with his musicians in the meticulous manner of dance steps that the middle kept between sign language and kinderdans. Nice surprise, like in the good old-fashioned Talking Heads-time.
The singers wore headset microphones and the musicians wore harnesses to which their instrument vasthing. The percussionists seemed, thereby, to Brazilian sambadrummers and the keyboardist looked like a floating keyboard. Impressive enough, how Byrnes muzikantentroupe the songs flawlessly played and at the same time moved around in a carefully elaborated choreography, that, not infrequently, a delicious lines of sugar. Add to that the sophisticated light show, and you would the conclusion be able to pull that sometimes this is more theater than concert. For popliefhebbers with a preference for rock felt entirely perhaps too polished. For popliefhebbers that a slick show and be able to tastes, this was a very exciting experience.
Seen on Friday, June 29, at the Gent Jazz.