Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Dancing in the Streets

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.

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