It’s no secret that David Byrne doesn’t like the Internet. In an opinion piece for The Guardian published last fall, for instance, Mr. Byrne argued that digital streaming services like Spotify are destroying the livelihood of artists. “The Internet,” he said, “will suck all creative content out of the world.”
And so last night at Bookforum magazine’s annual pre-Valentine’s Day literary reading in the New Museum’s Sky Room, Mr. Byrne, the former frontman of the Talking Heads, wondered this question aloud: What if we broke up with the web?
In an editorial published by both Creative Time Reports and The Guardian, Talking Heads frontman David Byrne takes on the weighty subject of how New York City has changed since the mid-1970s. He avoids romanticizing the crime and poverty that coincided with the artistic flourishing a few decades ago, but writes that as the city increasingly becomes “usurped by the top 1 percent,” it risks losing its status as a destination for young artists and, as a result, its cultural relevance.
Downtown may need another crafty, artisanal pop-up market like Williamsburg needs another glassy condo, but if there is one person who can still get Soho excited about bacon mayonnaise, it’s Paper magazine co-publisher and editor Kim Hastreiter. Ms. Hastreiter, whom The New York Times called the “coolest woman in New York,” founded the downtown magazine back in 1984 and has continued to act as a powerful connector even as the magazine’s influence has waned and “downtown” cool hopped the L train to Brooklyn.
Ms. Hastreiter, sporting red-framed glasses and a felt pin in the shape of a sunny-side-up egg, hugged well-wishers at Thursday’s opening party for her Super (Duper) Market. Festooned with signature bull’s-eyes from Target and American Express logos (both companies are sponsors) the flea has moved from last year’s home at the Chelsea Market to the St. Patrick Youth Center on Mulberry Street.
About two-thirds of the way into How Music Works (McSweeney’s, 352 pages, $32) by David Byrne, one of rock music’s most omniscient presences, there is a rare attempt at stark self-awareness: “The online music magazine Pitchfork once wrote that I would collaborate with anyone for a bag of Doritos,” Mr. Byrne recalls. “This wasn’t intended as a compliment—though, to be honest, it’s not that far from the truth.”
This helps explain why David Byrne the brand is getting, for lack of a better word, boring.
The Eight-Day Week
After the Pace Gallery’s Marc Glimcher completed his recent purchase of prime real estate beneath the High Line between West 24th and 25th streets—it abuts one of Pace’s two branches on 25th Street—he faced a dilemma: what to do with the empty space before construction began on the new gallery he plans to open there in fall 2012? “I thought, O.K., we need the old demolition party, or something like that,” Mr. Glimcher, Pace’s president, told The Observer.
But then Mr. Glimcher’s wife, Andrea, the gallery’s communications head, who he said had been the driving force behind the acquisition of the space (“As usual, she got what she wanted”), had another idea. “She thought that this would be the perfect place to do a project with David,” he explained, referring to David Byrne, the former lead singer of the new wave band Talking Heads who has since ventured into the art world.
“I first encountered David’s work in the 1970s,” Mr. Glimcher said. “The fact that I waited at the stage door, trying to get an autograph from Dave back then is not important to the story.” He laughed. “Actually, I just found my pin from the concert they did in Central Park, which was nice. But I digress.”
The Wee Hours
Wednesday, August 3
The Ultimate Art Machine
Is the Guggenheim the Shake Shack of museums? Locations, locations, locations! Not content with outposts in the Basque Country and the United Arab Emirates (as well as the now-shuttered Las Vegas outpost, which seems in retrospect a bit of an overreach…to Read More
Outside the French ambassador’s home the people of Washington, D.C., mobbed John Legend as if the city had never before seen a star. David Arquette walked out of the gates and met bunches of fans clutching outdated head shots and fresh sharpies. David Byrne emerged, and a man broke into a sprint, holding in his Read More
“I see people who buy $25 mac-and-cheese on both sides of this argument,” Paul Steely White, executive director of Transportation Alternatives, told The Observer last week as he finished dinner at Rachel’s Burritos in Park Slope and prepared to hop on his bike for the 1-mile trek home. “And yet I do think it’s true. Read More
But Is It Art?
It used to be that biking in the city fell into the domain of messengers, mad men and David Byrne. Now, thanks to the Bloomberg administration and progressive streets czarina Janette Sadik-Khan, bike lanes are all over the damn place — the city has added 250 miles of the designated paths over Read More
ArtForum has a stressful Scene & Herd piece today about the opening of a new club in Tokyo that featured a performance by Lady Gaga and Terence Koh.
Only 900 people were there to witness it, and each one was there by invitation only, “each as preciously selected as a six-thousand-yen mango at Read More