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Merry Christmas ♡ Your DB gift shows the warmth of friendship with like-minded people. People who embrace your quirks, who you can bond with over your shared interests, and who give you the confidence to express yourself the way you want. ❄️ Byrne was a neurotically shy child and teenager. Even after he joined Talking Heads, he didn't find it much easier to relate to people. Yale Evelev remembers working in a record store in Soho, New York, in the late '70s. Byrne lived in the neighbourhood and used to shop there. "He'd put his head down and run out of the store if I talked to him," Evelev recalls. [x] ❄️ "I would tell my younger self: don’t worry, there are people like you and you’ll find them. At that age there are worries your older self could help you with – I felt like a lot of people do, like you’re different and don’t fit in. Especially growing up in a little suburban town, you think, do I belong? Is there a place for me? Are there any other people like me? I’d like to have had that reassurance." [David in a letter to his younger self]

“I think there were times when I realized that I wasn’t perceiving things a hundred per cent the way that other people were,” he told me one day over lunch. But he came to consider his singularity to be part of the human condition, the way our desires and biases render us unique, aberrant, perfect. Byrne was born in Scotland in 1952. “Being an immigrant myself and having immigrant parents, I realized, Oh, we don’t all share the same little cultural things,” he said. “We eat differently, or we listen to different kinds of music, or we hold our knives and forks in different ways. Everybody’s not the same.”

❄️ "I have friends who’ve told me, ‘David, some things that you did were ridiculous.’ I’d invite people over to my house and then go and hide.” He smiles. “I don’t do that anymore.”

Did any of the Talking Heads ever ride with you? Oh, no. They made fun of me. They said that it was very nerdy, and I was going to turn into Pee Wee Herman. But today it's different. (...)

If friends give me a horrified look when I tell them I bike around New York, I say, "Tell you what, I have extra bikes, we'll ride down the river one afternoon." Then they see it's really pleasant. They realize that as long as they stay over there, away from the cars, they're fairly safe. It's an introduction. That kind of safety and security needs to be gradually extended into the rest of Manhattan. [x]