Album: Talking Heads: 77
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There were probably two bands that widened my musical horizons the most in my late teens/early 20s. One, of course, was The Clash, whose embrace of every single style of the sun — sometimes all at once! — alternately freaked me out and intrigued me at the same time. The other, and this was far more subtle, was Talking Heads.
Why was Talking Heads more subtle? Because The Clash drew me in with the greatest hard rock — which was my comfort zone — I’d ever heard in my life, and then abandoned it, daring me to join them. Talking Heads were as weird as shit from the start; they were never in my comfort zone so I had to come to them from the very start, meaning as they quite literally expanded their music, it was easier for me to expand along with them, because I’d already done just to grok them in the first place.