What it was like to road-trip with David Byrne
WEST HOLLYWOOD, Calif. - "You must be my ride," David Byrne said, hopping off his bicycle as he pulled up in front of a West Hollywood hotel. "Want some juice? I didn't drink any of it - it just spilled while I was riding over."
Given that I was indeed Byrne's ride - the veteran art rocker's conveyance on a recent afternoon to a concert in San Diego - I accepted the bright-orange carrot-and-cayenne concoction, then slurped it down as a member of Byrne's road crew loaded his bike onto one of several tour buses idling outside the hotel.
The buses would take Byrne's 11-person live band a couple of hours south, where they were due to perform this month ahead of a gig at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio. But
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