at The Paramount

David Byrne is the kind of performer that causes you to scratch your head when considering your expectations for one of his concerts. Will he pull a Bob Dylan and render old favorites abhorrent and unrecognizable? Is he, ala Dr. Frankenstein, ashamed of the creations that made him popular? What will he say about his former affiliation with his Band that Shall Not Be Named? The answers: no, no, and well, if you don't have something nice to say... Byrne exceeded any and all expectations, delivering a show that was so incredibly high energy that the audience was barely able to contain itself in its seats. Seattle danced, people. DANCED. We are a city notorious for being stoic at best at the best of concerts. Byrne’s spectacular musicians and the high quality of the Eno-collaborated songs were so infectious that people popped out of their seats like something had bitten them. The ushers were hard pressed to keep the happy pandemonium under control, initially, and, by the end, had given up entirely.

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Eno and Byrne collaborate once again.

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