David Byrne, the skinny Scot in the big suit who reminded us all this was neither a party nor a disco, is mad:
Eh. I stopped respecting Byrne as much when he started spamming my email with his political opinions, but I wouldn't respect his art any less if he licensed a song to sell mayo or cars or Windex. They're just songs, in the end. But if you let Crist's appropriation go without complaint, then every song would be fair game for campaign use, and everyone campaigning for Congressional reform would play "Burning Down the House."
Byrne isn't an American citizen, by the way; he has a green card. He's been here since he was 8 or 9, but never got around to the whole citizenship thing. That's irrelevant to the subject here, but it's always a small shock to people who think he grew up in lower Manhattan and invented the punk scene with Patti Smith one night at CBGB.
