I first heard the “Stop Making Sense” soundtrack at my first Daily Titan party in the mid-1980s, and saw the movie at a Greenwich Village midnight showing three times in 1986.
Back then, I had no idea that C and I would take our daughter to see the remastered “Greatest Concert Film Ever” (Spike Lee’s words, not mine, though I would concur) almost 40 years later.
F, who is not generally one for live-action movies, agreed to go after we noted that he had identified as autistic and that he has talked about how that has informed his art. I’m pleased to report that she was more enthused about the movie than I had anticipated.
This may be the high point of my parenting career.