Stop Making Sense

Stop Making Sense (Johnathan Demme)

My brother Mycroft was the muso. I didn’t evolve with my peers in albums and records because my brother was 7yearss solder than me,me so I had all his stuff to listen to instead, especially the stuff he outgrew. That’s how this album came into my day. It sat there and played, concurrently with my worldview view as a quirky plinkingplinkplinky type of tune list, humorous and perky and not as good as ‘They Might be Giants’ but at that league

Ive seen TMBG live, and that’s simply not true. 

This film is hard to write about. Most of you if you are reading this will have heard it, most of you will have seen it on the televisiontelly at some point, clips,clips and that big suit. But the cinema experience and the restoration bring the live aspect and the fact is, it is A SHOW.

From the opening track of a psycho killer, the camera plays with David and his animation antics. As the band is slowly revealed there are points, he is hiding the Krypton Ian inside his Clark Kent nebbishes, until the suit itself, rather than the glorious red and blue is the major salaryman we have all known and loved.

The sound in a cinema is awaiting the scale is hard not to applaud at points.

Everyone is as it would be with that level of vastness as the backgrounds and colours fill an auditorium

And I never spent four and a half minutes crushing on Tina Weymouth singing ‘Genius of Love’ because she reminded me of that girl on the first floor of the Waterstones Iap. used to work at. You shut up I’m trying to paint my space marines.

Retrospective viewings are complex, it’s a concert. But I would say to keep cinema active and authentic in the community events like that that keep the seats warm between the next blockbusters

Turn up tune in and enjoy a real spectacle of sound and vision as soon as you can.