on ordinary

David Byrne being interviewed by the fantastic Stephen Colbert:

Colbert: I have a theory about artists … that they are afraid of being ordinary .. because they mistake ordinary for what is common between all people…. but artists think they can’t want that because it’ll make them like ordinary people.

Byrne: It’s a kind of neurosis that you have to be … that you can’t like ordinary things.

Here’s the link:


It reminds me of something I was reading recently about ‘cool’ – can’t remember where. About coolness being a non-place—a place of absence—in which the things one can’t do (in order to save face as a ‘cool person’) overwhelm the spirit of listening and attention, and the possibilities of what one can do.



Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning.

Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of


We ourselves will be able to determine what is true and what is not.

Joseph Stalin


… the superb indifference that the powerful have for the weak.

Simone Weil

Hotel on Eastlink, Melbourne



The fourth major work is Hotel, a 20m-high scale model of a high-rise hotel that will give motorists the impression they are driving past a movie set.

For its creator, Canadian-born Callum Morton, the idea of the “folly” hotel was in part inspired
by the “big” icons spotted from the back seat of the car on the road trips of his youth.

“It’s the antithesis of the giant pineapple or the lemonade bottle, which was a landmark for me as a child whenever we travelled down the coast, because it is in fact a reduced version of a building, not an inflated one,” Morton says.

Sted 10m off the bitumen between Greens and Bangholmeroads in Dandenong South, Hotel
will feature lights that fade in and out across individual windows (the lights are powered by solar panels), giving the impression the structure is occupied.

Text ripped from http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,,23841904-5012907,00.html. Such a mysterious work—a little bit David Lynch, a little bit toy train set—stuck on the edge of the Eastlink tollway in Melbourne.