Though its creators won’t admit it, Here Lies Love is a tribute to the former First Lady of the Philippines Imelda Marcos, a human rights criminal and a relentless grifter.
Byrne’s drawings makes me wonder what else art is for, but to remind us that what we call “being reasonable” is too often our expedient alibi for not using our imagination.
American Utopia, Lee’s film of the stage show, recontextualizes some of Byrne’s greatest hits as musings on modern life.
More Songs About Buildings and Food, a concept album about late capitalism, speaks with disarming directness to the current political moment.
Fans say Peter Remes attracts artists by illuminating the beauty of historic buildings — but critics call him a gentrifier and accuse him of jacking up the rent in buildings already used by artists.
At BRIC House, Public Access/Open Networks will feed your nostalgia for channel-surfing.
If you’ve ever been to a high school or college football game, chances are you’ve seen a color guard.
David, I received your missive in my Facebook feed. You know, the one where you pseudo-declare, “I Don’t Care About Contemporary Art Anymore?”
The New York Review of Books has published the writer Hilton Als’s excellent commencement speech this year at Columbia University’s School of the Arts this year.
Moby and David Byrne are just wrong. New York may be many things to many people, but it is most certainly creative.
When I read David Byrne’s recent Creative Time piece on how the 1% dominates the world, or strictly speaking, the art world, and more specifically, New York — the city we live in — it made me collect my experiences, thoughts, hopes, and projections and put them into a script.
On the second track of David Byrne’s last album with the Talking Heads, he told the story of Mr. Jones, a pyrotechnic jack-of-all trades, “everybody’s friend,” straddling the creative universe of “rock stars” and the hum-drum of “conventioneers.” But when Byrne took to the stage last week, all wire-rimmed spectacles and club collars, to deliver Columbia’s Visual Arts MFA commencement speech, it wasn’t exactly yesteryear’s “big day for Mr. Jones” for the attending graduates.