I finished devouring David Bowman's fa fa fa fa fa fa - the adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th century last night - the best thing to do during a stress-filled week is to sit down with a glass of whisky and have a good read. I learnt a lot of things, but as my sister said when she handed it to me, "I didn't really want to know how much they didn't get along" (after all, they were one of our favourite bands since childhood). The author seems to play this up a bit, too, using standard end-of-chapter tricks to try and build up the tension before you turn the page. Was this really necessary ? It was interesting enough as it was, without the feeling of being lead on like that. He made some good points, too - why did Chris, Tina and Jerry need the ring-in vocalists on the the (rather embarrassing) non-David attempt, No Talking, Just Head ? They were, after all, trying to prove they could go it alone, and they'd already proven they could do reasonable things solo-wise. I must say, I'm a bit scared of Tina now.

My next read is (after owning it for years) Conrad's Heart of Darkness - pathetically enough I couldn't get Pere Ubu out of my head as I started reading the introduction.