Jonny combs his hair… and Jonny wants pussy and cars…

If I may make a simple request of the universe. I’d like a sequel to Earthling, please. But maybe, since we’re already getting a new Bowie album very soon, that’s just greedy.

The world was not bleak in 1997. Grunge was over, and much of pop music was exactly that. Pop. There was not yet a 9/11. There was no economic collapse. There was no war on terror. There were no incidents of violence in the most sacred of places: where children go to learn or hide out in darkness while a movie screens.

Somehow, in the midst of this, Bowie celebrates his 50th year on this earth in 1997 by, in part, releasing a visionary and now, eerie exploration of paranoia that maybe wasn’t all that paranoid. Originally conceived as a commentary on the ubiquitous nature of American consumer culture, it became a picture of a world where you suspect everyone is carrying a gun.

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