The one and only time I saw David Byrne live was in 1991, when he performed his new album, The Forest, in Saratoga, California. As a card-carrying Talking Heads and David Byrne (solo artist) fan, I was looking forward to something amazing. Boy, was I disappointed. He had evidently reached that stage of success and fame where he could crank out stuff that sucked, and people would come to see him anyway (think of every single thing R.E.M. did after 1990, and you'll get the picture).
As he was standing there on stage, literally howling like a dog, some brave soul in the audience yelled out what everyone else was thinking: "David Byrne, where are you?"
I felt a tinge of the same thing when a Sloper wrote me this morning with the same question (well, not directed at David Byrne, but at me; but you probably surmised that already). The inclusion of guest content – more prevalent on some days than others – has bugged some people.
As I've said, I welcome the content, mainly because it gives your long-suffering host a bit of a break, having done this for nearly five years now. Plus, let's face it, some of the guest content is really good.
In any case, I've been working on a redesign of the site which I hope to introduce this month. It's pretty spiffy-looking, and, if all goes as planned, you'll be able to see just my stuff, just guest stuff, or everything, at your choosing. So take heart, if you're one of those who only want to read what I crank out (or would rather avoid it altogether). Change is afoot.
