It's the big holiday and time for some appropriate T-giving.
Today we interrupt the preposterously testosterized sausage fest that is this page with a necessary tribute to a lovely lady of the low end.
One half of maybe the greatest husband-and-wife rhythm section in music history, she was born this day in 1950.
Not too many people can say they were part of not one but two of our epoch's most beloved groups, but here's one.
You know you're doing it right when even your side projects generate tracks that people will play in 10,000 years.
Whether it's as part of Talking Heads or Tom Tom Club, today's birthday girl has got the subsonic sui generis in spades.
Now that I think of it, it must be odd to have your birthday fall on Thanksgiving sometimes, and the JFK assassination every time... I think of all those Christmas kids who grew up feeling aced out of birthday gifts, and my 9/11/1938-born dad.
No matter though, for Tina Weymouth is a year-'round gift that's been giving for over 40 years at the top of the bottom.
I asked her magnificent husband, whom I follow on Facebook, if it would be ok to tribute her today with this legendary T-Heads concert that no one can believe has never seen an official issue, and he said it was cool, so here we go!
Talking Heads
Berklee Performing Arts Center
Boston, MA
8.24.1979
01 intro
02 Artists Only
03 Stay Hungry
04 Cities
05 Paper
06 Mind
07 Heaven
08 The Book I Read
09 Electric Guitar
10 Air
11 Warning Sign
12 Building On Fire
13 Memories Can't Wait
14 Psycho Killer
15 Life During Wartime
16 Take Me to the River
17 outro
Total time: 1:10:40
David Byrne - guitar, vocals & percussion
Jerry Harrison - guitar, keyboards, vocals
Tina Weymouth - bass & percussion
Chris Frantz - drums & percussion
the complete master WBCN-FM pre-FM reel
461 MB FLAC/November 2018 archive link
This ultra-fab set typically circulates with one track removed, as it was issued on the cataclysmic live TH LP The Name of This Band Is Talking Heads. I left it in so no one would have to lose their Mind.
I will be back tomorrow with some more rare bullion for your personal Fort Knox, but for now you turkeys must give the most copious thanks for a true Lama of the low end! Bon Appetit!--J.
