Juxtaposition is a funny ole thing. Talking Heads blew everyone's mind back in (holy crap!) 1977 when they first released this jittery, cooky, tighly wound meisterwerk. "Psycho Killer" is one of those songs that having heard it once it is stuck with you for life, I swear. And while I enjoyed their cheeky updated version for the movie Stop Making Sense, where David Byrne played it in a big suit, accompanied by a beat box (soooo 80s) I was delighted to hear, just now, the original TH version. Coming out of the TV, as we watched Julia & Julie, a movie about, amongst other things, a woman who commits to blogging every day for a year... Juxtaposition One was to hear that song in all its gritted-teethed joy played while she tries to drown lobsters in a pot in her Queens kitchen...but kinda weird that the movie is about what this is all about: a self-set goal that taunts, teases and, ultimately, drags you away from what you're doing so you keep up something that may be nothing more than a commitment. To art? The self? The cause of great lyrics? Dunno, but David Byrne (who has a fantastic blog, incidentally, and I insist you hunt it out, both of you) has got my jaw clenching, my toes tapping and my synapses snapping..
"I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
Can't sleep- bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire
Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
Fooled by a man in a big white suit?