i remember walking through central park with my boyfriend, hanging out on one of the many numerous rocks and getting stoned. so stoned that i couldn't feel my legs. off we went, my paranoia in high gear...supersized bottle of white wine in my pocket book... off we went to the 57the street playhouse to watch the concert movie, Stop Making Sense featuring the Talking Heads.

i have the album. a classic. this is one band i wished i would have seen in concert before they broke up. pure genius. and you gotta love how he moves in that suit. also, Tina Weymouth rocks.

this must be the place
once in a lifetime
girlfriend is better

my favs.