Talking Heads sheet music pasted to a scrap of cardboard, toss in a couple crows feet and call it art, call it a postcard, call it an art card.
The fridge magnet poetry scraps were staged for the photo only (not included) They remain on my fridge.
nobody has one of these…
…except 22 Heather. But she doesn’t even know it yet because it’s sitting in her mailbox
In 1985 this song was the reason I made the trek to the record store to buy the album on cassette.
Please take a moment to read David Byrne’s story behind the story. Tripping balls on the grass in the shadow of the Yoo-Hoo factory
Add Comment