David Bowie (January 8, 1947 - )
If I hadn’t logged on to the site to upload (yet) another review David Bowie would still be alive. He would have lived at least a little longer in my ignorance (the same way Corinne Day only passed away last year). The cliché would be “shocked & saddened” but my honest response is that I don’t want to believe the news today. We aren’t a broadsheet and putting together a comprehensive obituary, pulling in details from a variety of other sites would be cheap. These things need to be spontaneous and from the heart, not the head (the clip P posted is wonderful).
I`m not gonna pretend to be a Bowie freak. I was a bit too young. My introduction to his music was through the record collections of friends` older brothers and sisters, and their hushed communal “sittings” of “Ziggy Stardust” in darkened bedrooms. I won`t claim to have followed his career though I know he got his start at the Arts Club of the Three Tuns in Beckenham, one of my first “courting” venues some twenty years later. I knew he`d been an inspiration to the “Bromley Contingent” and therefore had a guiding hand in Punk`s design, and as Major Tom, Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, The Cracked Actor, The Man Who Fell To Earth, The Thin White Duke he`d brought the arts (and androgyny) into mainstream Pop. My interest in Bowie came from that geek need, the need to have heard everything, and so I “discovered” him by traveling backwards and sideways from his relationships with Lou Reed and Iggy, and his experiments in Berlin with Eno. I don`t own so many of Bowie`s forty-eight albums and one hundred and ninety-five singles, but these five songs are personal touchstones in the nine or ten thousand pieces of vinyl I do. “Blue, blue, electric blue”, “Never no turning back”, and “She turns me on, but I`m only dancing”. “Numb” would be the perfect word right now. A light gone out. To kids a couple of years above me at school Bowie was everything. A lot of people are going to be fucking devastated.