“Life During Wartime” by Talking Heads (1979)

14 11 2016

These “United States” of America have just elected Donald Trump.

I am so, so sorry, sweetheart. Rational people did their best to stop him. But he said what people wanted to hear, and he stoked division and fear.

He has no respect for women, or minorities, or the press, or the courts, or our taxation system, or anything but his own interests as far as anyone can tell.

And with both houses of Congress plus his own conservative appointment to the Supreme Court, this nation is doomed. And we’ll take the rest of the world down with us.

So, we fight. What else can we do?

Here’s one lesson: Young people HAVE to get to the polls and vote. I know you’re too young to vote now, but when you can vote, please do. And talk about it with your friends, encourage them to vote, too.

If young voters–who overwhelmingly favored Democrats–turned out for the election, we wouldn’t have Donald Trump as president. We wouldn’t have had George W. Bush, either. And Bernie Sanders, not Hillary Clinton, would probably have been the Democratic nominee, easily beating Trump. There were other factors, of course, but one thing you can do is vote and get involved. Or you end up with our own Il Duce.

This song came out when I was about your age. I remember listening to its ominous words about changing hairstyles “so many times now, I don’t know what I look like.” It’s about fighting in the resistance. Perhaps it was foreshadowing.

And you can dance to it!

“Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there”


“This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” by Talking Heads (1983)

17 12 2008

Talking Heads formed up in art school.  Artists passionate about expression and challenges, Talking Heads turned to music, with fabulous success and critical acclaim.  Their music has never fit the mold, never capitulated to commercial demands, and has always been true.

I was a fan early on, when I was forced to endure my teenage years in a white, suburban, affluent hell (I was one of the token “broken home” peasants in high school).  But like now, I found solace in music.  A friend gave me a mysterious tape, the album “Fear of Music” by Talking Heads, and I devoured it.  But none of my peers at school had any idea of who Talking Heads was.  So I kind of felt weird.  Sure, I enjoyed the stadium-rock of my peers, but I liked other things, too.  Like Talking Heads.

Now I know I was vindicated.  Talking Heads and their music is highly revered, and since I listened to so much of it, it is part of who I am.  So believe me when I tell you:  What makes you feel different, or “weird” now, can serve to make you a better person in your future.