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‘The glue that’s held my life together’: Stop Making Sense, Talking Heads’ concert movie released in 1984, changed how a novelist listened to music

  • Widely acclaimed as one of the best concert movies ever made, ‘Stop Making Sense’ follows performances by seminal new wave rock band Talking Heads
  • Richard Tunbridge, author of several Hong Kong-based detective stories, explains how watching the movie proved to be a pivotal point in his life

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David Byrne of Talking Heads in Stop Making Sense (1984), which many see as one of the best concert movies ever made. Photo: Cinecom Pictures

Widely acclaimed as one of the greatest concert films ever made, “Stop Making Sense” (1984), directed by Jonathan Demme, depicts the intricate staging and narrative of a series of performances in Los Angeles by seminal new wave rock band Talking Heads.

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Australia-born, Hong Kong-based Richard Tunbridge, who under his pen name Richard Tong is the author of novels including the Neon Noir trilogy of locally set hard-boiled detective stories, tells Richard Lord how it changed his life.

The first thing I remember of Talking Heads was watching the “Once in a Lifetime” video, with David Byrne (Talking Heads’ singer, guitarist and main songwriter) floating in front of bad graphics.

It was on a pop television show on a Saturday afternoon, and my dad walked past and said, “What’s this nonsense?” but I thought it was amazing.

Richard Tunbridge, who writes under his pen name Richard Tong. Photo: Richard Tunbridge
Richard Tunbridge, who writes under his pen name Richard Tong. Photo: Richard Tunbridge

Stop Making Sense came after that. I was captivated. It was funny and uplifting. We listened to it non-stop, and it changed the way I listen to music. It was such a pivotal thing for me, and tied to so many other things: the storytelling element, the movie and the music.

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I remember a good friend’s parents had invested in this amazing stereo, because CDs were coming. I thought, “If I’m going to buy a CD, I’ll buy this.” We put it in his stereo and cranked it up to 11.

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