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“In musical performances one can sense that the person on stage is having a good time even if they're singing a song about breaking up or being in a bad way. For an actor this would be anathema, it would destroy the illusion, but with singing one can have it both ways. As a singer, you can be transparent and reveal yourself on stage, in that moment, and at the same time be the person whose story is being told in the song. Not too many kinds of performance allow that.”

Quote by David Byrne

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How Music Works

A comprehensive analysis of the history, science, and cultural significance of music, examining its origins, evolution, and influence on human behavior and society. more

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David Byrne
David Byrne

David Byrne, born on May 14, 1952, is an American musician, singer, songwriter, and visual artist. He is known for his unique musical style and innovative contributions to music, art, and culture. Byrne is a founding member of the iconic band Talking Heads, which achieved significant success in the 1980s and early 1990s. Beyond his musical career, Byrne has ventured into film, dance, and visual arts as well. more

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