“On Saturday night, the scene at the Anthem, in Southwest Washington’s new Wharf development, was set: a bare stage, adorned not with instruments but with a folding table, a wooden chair and a fake brain. It felt more like a production in a black-box theater than the site of a rock concert. But when a beaded curtain rose and David Byrne emerged — gray-suited, barefoot, with that unmistakable shock of gray hair — it all started making sense.”
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