Rock's Renaissance Man

Got a movie. Got a record. Got some wild, wild life

"Oh," David Byrne said, "you want to see the African fire ants?"

It was deep night out on a Texas plain flat as a pan bottom and just about burned through. A recent rain had slaked the land a little but brought forth legions of ants to infest the ground and pester a nearby film set.

Exterminators were summoned, ants dispatched, but one actor, arriving late, felt he had missed out on some fun. "Follow me," said Byrne sympathetically, as he grabbed a flashlight and walked into the dark.

This is a man whose first great song was called Psycho Killer....

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