A Tekserve Story

This happened a while ago, but I watched 24 HOUR PARTY PEOPLE tonight and I've been reading back issues of UNCUT for the last hour, and I feel like sharing a little odd music story of my own. Humor me.

So I'm at work at Tekserve, hanging out by the front, when a tall silver-haired man accompanied by an Asian woman walks past me on his way out the door.

"Was that David Byrne?" I ask the guy next to me.

He shrugs.

A moment later, the door flies open, and the silver-haired man comes back in the door and stands in the entrance. It is indeed David Byrne.

David Byrne proceeds to shout to the entire store:

"There is a bike locked to my bike! Has someone locked a bike to my bike? There is a bike locked to my bike!"

The place goes silent, staring at the gangly white-haired man who enunciates like he's teaching an English-as-a-second-language class. The last time I saw David Byrne, I was at a club in the Village listening to Jim White, and after a few too many Budweisers, I walked over to where he was sitting at the table behind me and announced that STOP MAKING SENSE was the best concert video ever made, hands down. He looked at me with wide, curious eyes and said, "That's very interesting you should think that." Or something along those lines. Right now, he's giving that look to the entire store. He tries once more.

"There is a bike locked to my bike!"

"This is not my beautiful bike," a wag from the crowd calls out.

The delivery guy from the diner down the block hurries out the door.

"Thank you," says David Byrne, and walks out after the delivery guy.

Our customer service guy watches David leave, then shakes his head and turns back to the customer he's currently servicing. He gives the customer an apologetic shrug.

"What a freak," he says.