It’s December 8 (perhaps December 9 by the time I finish writing this — but let’s say it’s December 8). That means it’s less than a month until David Bowie’s next birthday. Maybe this will be a quiet one for him; maybe the last one was a quiet one for him, too, just not for… Continue reading “This is so good I could kiss David Bowie… I mean that in a beautiful way, because we did.”
Bowie was born in 1947, and as the V&A image-makers would have it, he and Elton John were two of the thousands of grains of rice that were part of the drooling faces of the British baby boom. Bowie, like others, born after wartime, but maybe not a generation too far removed for it to… Continue reading Bowie Remembers War. Or Does He?