David Bowie--Thursday's Child

You'll have to forgive me, but I am not letting go of Bowie just yet. I haven't been able to shake whatever it is that has come over me since he died. I need to hear his music, and have been going down memory lane listening to some of his older songs. Like this one from 1999.......It made quite an impact on me when I first heard it and saw the video. The man was a master at making videos that reach in and grab your heart, or that wake up your mind, or both.

The Loneliest Guy by David Bowie

Another poignant beautiful song from Bowie's Reality album from 2003......

Loving the Alien by David Bowie

An unforgettable live version of this song.......





(I agree with him when he says that this is perhaps the way the song should always have been done. The original version is good, but this version is just perfect--moving, serious, and memorable).



"Loving The Alien"

Watching them come and go
The Templars and the Saracens
They're travelling the holy land
Opening telegrams

Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who'd give you anything
They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon
Salvation for the mirror blind

But if you pray
all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide
the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things,
loving the alien)

And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)

You pray til the break of dawn
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)

And you'll believe you're loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)

Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan

Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail

Nothing Remains: David Bowie's Vision of Love---an article by Simon Critchley

A very good article in the New York Times Opinion Pages about David Bowie and his music, written by Simon Critchley. Well worth reading.......


http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2016/01/11/nothing-remains-david-bowies-vision-of-love/?WT.mc_id=2016-JANUARY-OTB-INTL_AUD_DEV-0101-0131&WT.mc_ev=click&ad-keywords=IntlAudDev&_r=0

My tribute to David Bowie

So much has been and will be written about David Bowie now that he has died. I’m reading it all in the hope that I will get to know even more about the man who sang back in 2013 about “the moment you know, you know, you know” in the song Where Are We Now. I have pondered that line over and over, and each time I hear it, my feeling is that he was talking about that moment when you know that you are mortal; that moment when every fiber of your being knows that you are aware of that knowledge—that one day your life will end. That is how I interpreted the song, as an elegy for the fragility, the transience, the unfathomable ending of life, and for the knowledge that time cannot be stopped and that there is nothing we can do to prevent death. It comes to us all. It could have been that he was growing older, as we all are, and that he had regrets. Thoughts of our own mortality are not unnatural. We go on living all the same, in our paradoxical lives where we discuss in earnest what type of couch we may buy tomorrow at the same time that we realize that it does not really matter in the long run what type of couch we buy. But we do it anyway. Living each day to its fullest requires that we understand that mortality is our ultimate outcome. What makes Bowie exceptional is that he pursued those thoughts as far as he was able. He explored the idea of mortality and of dying. He visualized death. You cannot hear and watch Blackstar and not be totally undone by it, by its bravery, feelings, anxiety, fear, imagery, and darkness. He was afraid, he was vulnerable, and he shared that. He did not shy away from a difficult, almost taboo subject. But he did it his way, through his art, and it was genuine and heartfelt.

I could not then, and cannot now, listen to Where Are We Now without crying. Because even then, it seems to me that Bowie was exploring the juxtaposition of life and death in daily life.

‘As long as there's sun

As long as there's sun

As long as there's rain

As long as there's rain

As long as there's fire

As long as there's fire

As long as there's me

As long as there's you’.

Life was worth living because the sun shone, the rain fell, the fire burned, and loved ones were in his life. As long as there was a spark of life in him, and love between him and others, there was a reason to go on, to fight (illness perhaps), to create, to be. He did not want to die. I want to think that if anyone will be able to tell us what the afterlife will be like, it will be him. After all, he told us what it was like to know that he was dying through his music and his lyrics. I am not sure how he will manage to let us know about the new world he has come to, just that I think he will.

David Bowie was my first meeting with the strange, the exceptional, the out-of-the ordinary, and the other-worldly. There was a seriousness about every piece of art he created. He believed in his art and in his ability to communicate his visions to us. Hearing him for the first time when I was a teenager made me feel less alone, less alienated, and less strange than I normally felt at that time. I felt like I ‘fit’ when I heard his music. I am thankful that I met his world when I did, because I got to experience some strange and wonderful rides through that world—Space Oddity, Ashes to Ashes, Heroes, TVC15, Changes, and Rebel Rebel, to name just a few of my favorites songs. Who else could write a song (Space Oddity) about a spaceman trapped in outer space with no hope of return, and get you to feel for that character? It did not matter whether that character was literal or figurative; you felt for him all the same. Bowie was the perfect choice for the main character in the 1976 film The Man Who Fell to Earth, a film that drew me in and would not let me go for a long time afterward. I dragged my sister and a few of my friends to that film, and ended up being the only one who liked it and who wanted to discuss it afterward. I wanted to share the sorrow I felt about his alien character not being able to return to his home where his family waits for him, a dying planet without water. As a young adult starting out on the long journey that is life, it was a terrible feeling to contemplate that he would never return to them. That thought was hard to bear. David Bowie seemed to understand the dualities of human existence, love and lack of love (isolation/alienation), joining the party and standing outside looking in, joy and sorrow, strength and frailty, health and sickness, and in that sense he was very much like his character in The Man Who Fell to Earth. But unlike Mr. Newton in that film, I believe that he has now returned home.  

Moments in time

This morning as we drove to work, we heard David Bowie’s new song, Where Are We Now?, on the radio. It caught my attention with its melancholy tone, and I commented to my husband that I would have loved the song immediately when I was a teenager, as I seemed to be drawn to all things sad at that time. Truth is, I loved the song immediately now too, so that tells me that I still am drawn to sadness, but in a more realistic way now than when I was younger. When I got to work, I found the recently-released video of the song on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9XsTnyN26Y&feature=share&list=FL4rKLincZWuFolZVFChzj5g. It is one of the most poignant, emotional and raw songs I have heard in a long time, and affected me in the way that such songs usually do. Got me to thinking about what he is singing about, which is his getting older and his reflections on his past. ‘A man lost in time’. But he is singing too about a moment in life and in time—‘the moment you know you know you know’--those fleeting moments when you are keenly aware of your own mortality, of time passing, when you know there is nothing you can do about it or about getting older, when you are aware of the paradoxes contained in life and thankful for them. They are moments when you are almost outside of yourself looking in—experiencing that moment when you know that you suddenly understand that you in fact understand where it’s all leading to. But he is also telling us that even though he is aware of moving toward life’s exit, he is also thankful for the sun and rain and fire—those things that tether us to daily life and which tell us that we are in fact still alive. There is hope as long as those things still exist for us. The song ends with him singing that ‘as long as there’s me, as long as there’s you’, that it will be alright, or at least as alright as it can be in the context of knowing that one day we will exit this earth. He is reminding himself that he can draw comfort from those thoughts and find the energy to go on, and hearing him sing that reminds me of the same, of the importance of love and of the support it can give us in dark times. A reasonably hopeful ending to a sad song. Art in all its many forms never ceases to amaze me, in that it shows us a way to live, a way to get through the bittersweet and dark moments that are part of life.