[b]David Byrne
At that time, American radio was a cauldron if impassioned voices—live preachers, talk-show hosts, and salesmen. The radio was shouting at you, pleading with you, and seducing you.[/b]
“At that time” meaning all the time of course.
Maybe the difference between speech and music isn’t all that great. We infer a lot from the tone of someone’s voice, so imagine that aspect of speech pushed just a little further. The weird cadences of a Valley girl, for instance, might be viewed as a species of singing. The malls of Sherman Oaks are a setting for a kind of massed choir.
But sure: Maybe not.
The online music magazine Pitchfork once wrote that I would collaborate with anyone for a bag of Doritos.
I’m sure they were only being ironic.
There’s a good chance that you might be inspired by ideas that originate outside of yourself.
Just not mine, right?
Complete freedom is as much curse as boon; freedom within strict and well-defined confines is, to me, ideal.
Let’s pin this down. Or not as it were.
I’d argue that contemporary hip-hop is written to be heard in cars with systems like the one below. The massive volume seems to be more about sharing your music with everyone, gratis!
In other words, whether they want to hear it or not.