Cultural Spelunking

I had the pleasure of checking out the first event of Celebrate Brooklyn  the other night, David Byrne from the Talking Heads live (and free) in Prospect Park. After arriving haphazardly, sans food, jackets, or any compelling need to be able sit where we could see, my friends and I landed a spot on the grass in the amphitheater. From there we couldn’t see the band, we could, however, see the back of all the idiots standing in front of us so that they could see the band. And then it dawned on me, the fans of The Talking Heads really, really can’t dance. 

Please enjoy the parts where Yuna, Julian, and Jim are cracking up, and the part when the guy in front of me scratches his butt.