“Stop Making Sense”: Same as it ever was ...

David Byrne once said that the goal of the Talking Heads’ 1984 documentary film Stop Making Sense was “to show how a concert gets made” even as it’s taking place. With an eye toward going to see the famous Talking Heads frontman star in David Byrne’s American Utopia on Broadway next month, I re-watched the 35-year-old, Stop Making Sense in its 88-minute entirety earlier this week. I’m happy to say that not only did this seminal movie directed by Jonathan Demme seem so quaint, but it perfectly captured the band’s enormous and joyous energy and multicultural sound.

For the uninitiated, the Talking Heads were a 1980s American rock band band that evolved from East Coast new wave and avant-garde to a funk and world music sensibility as their sound gained popularity and their clean-cut image became a part of our aural and visual comfort zone. As one critic once suggested, the Talking Heads sound “dissolved barriers between disco and rock, conceptual art and dance pop.” They were one of the most popular bands when I was a university student in the Upper Midwest and many of their songs were indeed staples on my college radio show’s playlists back in the day.

At the beginning of Stop Making Sense, from the moment Byrne walks out onto a bare Pantages Theater stage in Los Angeles wearing a grey suit and white docksider sneakers – slinging an acoustic guitar over his shoulder and toting a boombox – and says “Hi. I got a tape I want to play,” everything comes to life as he launches into a solo version of “Psycho Killer.” Then, song by song, the concert builds as additional members of the Talking Heads – bassist Tina Weymouth, drummer Chris Franz and guitarist/keyboardist Jerry Harrison – come out on stage, one at a time. Later, they are joined in the mix by guitarist Alex Weir, percussionist Steven Scales, keyboardist Bernie Worrell, and vocalists Ednah Holt and Lynn Mabry, all who contribute to the excitement of watching this great music documentary unfold and build to a delightful crescendo. Through it all, Byrne’s wide-eyed enthusiasm and his staccato-like dance moves – his appreciation for live performance art – are nothing short of memorable.

Stop Making Sense is a groundbreaking concert film that not only is packed with 16 of the Talking Heads’ most memorable songs (their excellent cover of Al Green’s “Take Me to the River,” “Life During Wartime,” “Heaven,” and “Burning Down the House” among many), but thanks to the wall-to-wall sound, wonderful cinematography and Byrne’s quirky and bodaciously-boxy “Big Suit,” it adds up to one of the best rock movies ever filmed.

I remember seeing Stop Making Sense for the first time shortly after it was released in the fall of 1984 in a downtown Minneapolis movie theater. Mind you, this was long before the internet and social media came along. However, if either had existed like today, no doubt I would have taken to Facebook or Twitter to share positive thoughts about Stop Making Sense and my word-of-mouth excitement. It’s still a timely reminder of music that sounds so good.