Did David Bowie die or something? I guess everyone needs to tell their story about the fictional relationship they had with his music. O.K. Here's mine. I was in college studying photography during his Ziggy Stardust period. My two closest photography friends were glam kids. Coke. I was a hippy. Pot. And I wasn't even smoking. But I was listening to a different sort of music. I didn't even appreciate The Velvet Underground. My bad. But I loved my little glam buddy, a fay rich boy who bought all his friends tickets to a Bowie concert (and provided the drugs, too). I think my glam girl went with him.
Bowie never did become "my thing" though I learned to love the Velvet Underground. Bowie was a bit slick, sort of a proto-Michael Jackson. Don't be a hater. It is just the way I feel.
But if you really like him, I leave you with this. I understand. I am a working man, however, and must hustle to the factory. There'll be no dancing in the streets.
No comments:
Post a Comment