Stop making sense

Several students at a college radio station responded to David Lynch's death by playing David Byrne's music, and i think they all acknowledged their confusion while announcing their songs. that seemed odd to me, and it still does.

Byrne and Lynch are/were both unconventional, white men. they both attended multiple art schools without graduating, receiving honorary degrees afterward. they were other similarities, but there were just as many differences.

for example, Lynch's name reveals an historic English/Irish connection whereas Byrne is actually a citizen of Ireland and the United Kingdom. (not caring about such details might be a good thing.)

Byrne's Bicycle Diaries is a byproduct of an active lifestyle, whereas Lynch was homebound because of his emphysema.

this confusion preceded Lynch's death. if i had to guess, he didn't mind because it's not malicious. but when you know you're confused, why go on?

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