To Some Extent I Happily Don't Know

There Are A Lot Of People That Don't Scour Websites Regularly Or Read Music Reviews. They Need Whatever, The Other Kinds Of Stuff, Whether It's An Appearance On Lettterman Or Posters Or Ads. They Need To Kind Of Be Hit More In The Face And Be Told That There's Something New Out There.

Suburban Houses And Tin Sheds Are Often The Objects Of Ridicule.

People In Latin America... Love America From Afar And Emulate America In Some Ways But Also Hate A Lot Of Things That America Does To Them.

When It Became Easy Enough To Do Dairy Online, Then I Just Thought, "oh, I'll Start Doing This. I'll Put The Parts Online That Aren't Going To Get Me In Trouble. I'll Save The Rest For Myself." It Became Also This Kind Of Self-therapy. I Could Write About Stuff That Was Bothering Me, Or Personal Stuff. And The Very Personal Stuff I Could Edit Out. But It Was Kind Of The Catharsis Of Getting It Out And Writing About It, That Made Me Think, "okay, I See Why People Do This, Why They Keep These Diaries." So I Thought, "well, Let's See What Happens When I Post Some Of It."

That's The One For My Tombstone... Here Lies David Byrne. Why The Big Suit?