By Niklas Wahllöf
David Byrne, dressed entirely in white, moving very timidly up to the edge of the stage and says that he and the orchestra will perform a number of songs from his Brian Eno collaborations over the years. Some old, some new, and so little in between, he says. Around me fold people of laughter, an American woman behind me howling "Yeah, David!" Before I have had time to get out the earplugs. Byrne says otherwise unassuming, and half the audience laughs almost wearing.
This level, he finds himself in, Mr Byrne. He could have said "the time is 19:40," and palm leaves were laid at his feet, the city in which he had ridden in. And it's not undeserved. After years of talking heads, after the pioneering and still modern experiments "My Life in the Bush of Ghosts" in 1981, following a solo career with all the world (it feels like) musical styles and by image, video and installation art, design, label operation, theater and dance - to mention a few - is his position as the favorite intellectual of decently educated middle unchallenged.How arty new Byrneprojekt than have seemed at first to have his academic, rather than avant-garde, appearance received the faithful crowds to listen.
And so pull the småfunkiga "Strange Overtones" from last year's album in time. The text line "This groove is out of fashion / These beats are twenty years old" becomes both the mark and completely wrong. David Byrne, now 56 years old can of ordinary tape touchdown making any music, without either sounds or looks out of fashion. It is unusual.
The three dancers have a not insignificant part of it. It happens all the time something at the scene: small pieces of the recording where Byrne or background singers - or the entire band - used as props and transformed in part, in the ring, or will be sitting in office chairs. The dancers themselves are neither too showy or difficult modern. The tour has been going virtually uninterrupted since September so it is a well choreographed performance. And a rehearsed concert.
The band, also entirely in white, behind the guitar playing and singing Byrne is a very well-oiled rhythm machine, precisely calibrated for a controlled turn. They excels in both smokers' Help me somebody "from the old" My life ... "disc itself as evocative folk song" One Fine Day "or the country ballad" My big nurse "from the latest album.
Sometimes it feels a little well thought out and functional, and although it often turns good from the stage becomes the whole slightly stiff, it lags a little. I look towards the clock.
Then I have forgotten the power of the obligatory Talking Heads songs.
During the "Born under punches" occurs spontaneous dancing between the rows. "Once in a lifetime" create a good push and when David Byrne said "Oh, it's okay to dance", he is already too late - most are already on the legs. With "Life During Wartime" the temperature is raised further, and when the band (which is now in force and style have drawn the ballet skirts) pumps in time, yes, "Burning Down the House" all at the Circus forgotten their average age, the acidic babysitter at home and Satan car that would have inspected yesterday. Everyone wants to just dancing, cheering is almost complete and scene change from the beginning the relative stiffness is complete.
After two generous hours ending it all with the slow nice title track from the latest album, "Everything That Happens Will happen today". It feels like it has done just that.