It’s been just over 40 years since Station to Station was released, arguably Bowie’s (and by definition rock’s) finest album. I realize that it’s not immediately obvious that this work deserves this slot — it certainly didn’t at the time — but somehow we sensed something rather unusual was going on and for Bowie fans (and critics) who by…
As ugly as a teenage millionaire pretending it’s a whizz kid world You’ll take me aside, and say “Well, David, what shall I do? They wait for me in the hallway” I’ll say “don’t ask me, I don’t know any hallways” But they move in numbers and they’ve got me in a corner I feel…
Here is Simon Critchley talking at Cornell. Love Critchley’s scathing take on Bono at about 50 mins in. What Bowie describes is a Büchnerian world of terror. The first line, “Silhouettes and shadows watch the revolution,” describes the languor and disappointment of a post-revolutionary situation. In an allusion to Eddie Cochran’s posthumously released 1960 hit, there…
Thirty-seven years on this record has lost none of its bleak power, a truly adult record in a sea of rock banality: As a recovering cocaine addict, Bowie’s songwriting on Low tended to deal with difficult issues: “There’s oodles of pain in the Low album. That was my first attempt to kick cocaine, so that…
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