Today's a Bowie day, It's a good idea occasionally. I listened to a Paul Morley podcast discussion about the man and his work yesterday. How many people are still in absolute wonder and some despair at his loss. I don't competely understand that. His records are always there.
Listening to The Man Who Sold The World makes me feel like I'm sitting down to BBC TV Children's Programming. It's so rich of the early Seventies. We going 'through the arched window with Brian Cant or Toni Arthur. What's going on at Hector's House. Ooh, David's wearing a dress !
Morley mentioned H.G.Wells and talked about how Bowe walked the same streets and would have been fully aware of the fact that he did and was doing so. You can hear the awareness and sense the consciousness that he's doing so in in every song on The Man Who Sold The World. You can't help but hear War of The Worlds; the Time Machine .
It's an elven album, All the stuff that he's reading and listening to are apparent and given trails of your own to explore. He's in awe of being alive and inhabiting the universe as he explores its utopian and dystopian alleyways. It's infectious voyaging to say the least.
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