Is it true that Frank Zappa has a son named Moon Unit?

When I saw Bowie live in 1997, it was a small, open air venue. A man near me proclaimed to those around that it was his first Bowie show since the Diamond Dogs tour in 1974. This man had seniority over me, as I had seniority over the two young lads to my right, attending…

Gone, gone, the water’s all gone…

I choose this one today because the refrain has been running through my head since I woke up this morning. Maybe, due to the time spent preparing this blog, I’m having subconscious Bowie dreams. The old memories from the 80s are coming back. I don’t have much to say about this, beyond the fact that…

Angels like them… thin on the ground…

As a technical point, the last Bowie album was released in 2003: Reality. But for me the gap extends back one year, to Heathen in 2002. Whether Bowie was indeed responding to 9/11 or not — he says no — the transcendent feeling of Heathen seems to reflect a global, rather than a personal, search…

Sweet name, you’re born once again for me…

It’s no big secret that Bowie was, well, shall we say “intoxicated” throughout much of the 70s and apparently remembers little, if any, of recording Station to Station. How he was able to pull off what remains one of his most highly-regarded works is a bit of a mystery. According to the source of all…

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…

Hey, that’s far out… so you heard him too…

“Amidst his musical wanderings in the late 60s, he experimented with mixed media, cinema, mime, Tibetan Buddhism, acting and love.” — David Bowie.com (Bio) At one point, Bowie seemed obsessed with aliens. It wasn’t always about getting lost, a la Space Oddity. Sometimes it seemed to have that air of, “wouldn’t it be cool if…”…

I feel her heart beating, loud as thunder…

The last time I saw David Bowie live, in 2004, I was handed concert tickets. In a way. A co-worker approached me and said she and a couple of friends had extra tickets and did I want to go. Oh my God, I said. I love David Bowie. You have no idea. Oh yeah, she…

The gods forgot that they made me… well I forgot them too…

As usual, it’s not the witty banter or the cigarette. It’s not the bold-coloured shirt, or the well-placed flop of hair (remember, this is 1999, two short years after the orange-spiked cut of Earthling). It’s the voice, the impeccable song and the flawless performance. Seven, which speaks (to me) of the loss of memory, feels…

Making love with his ego…

It wasn’t until I was in university that I knew the line was “making love with his ego.” For years, I thought it was something else. But I digress. There are innumerable versions of Bowie performing what is, in my opinion — the only opinion for the purpose of this blog that even counts —…

She was shaking like this honey doin’ that…

Most of what Bowie did in the late 80s smacked of mass production. You can tell because, when you look back, you see the swooped up hair and the coloured suits and think, “that was the style then.” Unlike other eras, when you look back and say, “That was Bowie’s style then.” The 80s were…