Everything will be all right, tonight…

January, 2004, I wrote this in my journal after seeing a show on Bowie’s Reality tour: “There’s just something about Bowie. The concert made me so happy — it was as if the universe said, ‘You’ve been working hard. Let’s give you a Bowie show.’” At the time, it pulled me out of a funk….

I used to wake up the ocean… I used to walk on clouds…

For the moment, at least, I’m a copywriter by profession. During interviews with clients we always ask whether they want their material to be written in the 1st person or the 3rd person: “I, we” or “the firm, the organization, the business…” The tone shifts distinctly depending on which one is used. “Afraid” is written…

You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques…

I love new Bowie. The Next Day really is his best I think. Right now, there’s nothing I want to listen to more. The lyrics for “Love is Lost,” posted today on Bowie’s official Facebook page, make me sad. “Wave goodbye to the life without pain,” he sings, as if there really is any such…

Made for a real world… All things must pass…

As a general rule, I have little patience for philosophy. I don’t have much interest in thinking about something based on abstraction. I remember sitting in a philosophy class in university, and the discussion being sidelined by a student who refused to talk about whether something was “true,” because she couldn’t accept that there is…

There’s no sign of life… It’s just the power to charm…

“Hello, I love you. Won’t you tell me your name?” Not a Bowie lyric. An example, however, of a lyric that’s easy to understand. There are not many layers of meaning to that one. “My father and the prison,” however, repeated over and over in a haunting refrain, could mean just about anything. Especially when…