I almost forgot about the Talking Heads. When I was nineteen I moved to Calgary- my first move away from my hometown of Victoria. I rented a "bachelor suite"- my first time living alone- and I painted the cupboards fire-engine red. What a drip-fest. I met my future friend Neil and he was unlike anyone I'd ever known before, or anyone I've known since for that matter. He introduced me to the Talking Heads ("Talking Heads 77" and "More Songs about Buildings and Food") and EVERYTHING CHANGED. This was also music unlike any I'd ever known. Those albums are firmly entrenched in that time for me- they belong to no other. "A straight line exists between me and the good thing".
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