Herself gave me the news before my eyes were fully open this morning. Bummer indeed. Total surprise. I played “Ziggy Stardust” over and over and over again as a sprout, and enjoyed following Bowie through his various permutations.
He was working at what he loved right up until he couldn’t, it seems, which strikes me as the right way to live and to die.
Bad news day for sure. Sandy (better half) on her way to KY. Her Dad is in a bad way in ICU, but we are hoping for a partial recovery that will include a long stay in rehab/nursing home. Duffy and I are geographical bachelors for now.
He was a fascinating blend of flamboyance and reserve. I read in one of the many pieces about him online today that he was not a fan of performing and preferred studio work. Imagine the ‘nads it took to get out there and do the business when the only place you really wanted to be was in a tiny room making music.
Saw him basically accidentally at an all-day, outdoors music fest in Neu Ülm, Germany, maybe ’89. Bowie was the headline act, but I went to see number two and number three, midnight oil and the pixies.
Like I said, all day event, so he went on stage right after dark. Somehow he snuck onto the stage, lay down flat on his back, with an acoustic guitar, and he was low enough that the speakers kept them hidden from the audience. There was some overhead camera that was filming him, with the footage showing on the big screen in the back, and everyone just assumed it was filmed in the studio. The camera pulls back, looks like he standing there, but because he’s laying down, there’s just something not right about the perspective Then all of a sudden he sits up in the perspective changes again. Sounds hokey, but there was something confusing about the points of view that made you wonder whether you should believe the screen or the man standing in front of you. I read that his semi formal training was in theater and mime, and it definitely showed during the performance. Strange little nuanced performances throughout the show. He was one of those artists who, even if you don’t understand everything he’s doing, you realize that he’s creating the exact image that he wanted to create.
Station to Station (1976), Side 2: “TVC15,” “Stay,” and “Wild is the Wind.” If that was all he had ever recorded, that would have been sufficient in my eyes (ears). Simply an aural and sonic masterpiece. RIP, David Jones. Dale in Mid-MO