I’m in Kansas City. The hotel Starbucks is pretty limited in its menu, so I walked two blocks in windy, 20-degree weather to a real Starbucks to get a green tea latte. And that Starbucks turned out to have a barista who REALLY liked Talking Heads… despite probably not having been born when their last album was released. Every other song was an old friend.
There are worse ways to start the day than by rocking out to “Life During Wartime.”