Last night I went with friends to see Nellie McKay at Joe’s Pub. She’s a great performer, even if much of the time you watch thinking, “What the hell is she going on about?” She’s got a quirky mind that moves too rapidly to be followed.
After the show, I found myself backstage. I watched as people queued to tell her how much they had enjoyed the performance.
I smiled at the man standing next to me. “I suppose I’d get in line if I could think of something to say other than, ‘you’re a tad insane, aren’t you?’”
The man grinned, and I realized he was David Byrne. “She really is great. I’d like to see her in a long-running show of her own.”
I looked back to her. “Yeah? You mean, like a house devoted to her for a run?”
He nodded. “Yes, that would be really great. Don’t you think?”
I agreed. We talked a bit about the Armory Show before someone interrupted to give David a poem. David thanked the poet and excused himself to stand in line. I guess he had thought of something clever to say. Too bad; I was going to use his “you should put on a show” line.
I told Lynsey about my encounter with a Talking Head. I regretted that I didn’t have camera, as I would have liked a picture of my foot with David Byrne and Nellie McKay. Lo and behold, our house stick artist makes it so:
I see Nellie has more upcoming New York dates, including a live broadcast on the Prairie Home Companion. Speaking of Garrison Keillor, what the hell is he going on about?
5 comments:
Nellie looks super cute. Byrne? look at him he SO WANTS to SUCk your toe. Garrison Keillor? "What's he on about?" well i dunno, i think what he is on about is this place where all the men are good at fucking, all the women live in never ending orgasmic ecstasy and the children are getting ready for a fuck-off-amazing sex life when they grow up. or something like that. Are you dissing him? or just jealous you didn't grow up in Lake-whatever-it-is-called?
ok, ok, i agree. Lakes suck ...rivers are way better. um,
Take me to the river?..(please?)
Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me....
David freakin' Byrne! Cheers to you for being able to have an intelligent conversation. I would have stood there with my mouth agape until I sputtered out:
"Um, um, your awesome! 'True Stories' ruled!" and ran.
Luckily, I had already said something reasonably clever before I turned and saw him clearly.
Maybe it helped that I look like Brian Eno?
oh my god, you do kinda look like Brian Eno. a younger Brian Eno.
I get a Domme vibe from Nellie, always have.
Maybe it's the thought of being on a leash for her or something.
As far as Keillor is concerned. Being from North Dakota, I can tell you that everyone he talks about in that fictitious town is an exact replica of what I grew up with. After years of not meeting a Norwegian-Lutheran dominant woman (turns out they don't exist) I had to move to NYC.
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