The David Bowie collection
It's four years since we dug up all our vinyl and went on a Bowie marathon, from Low to Diamond Dogs and stopping by his most recent work, Blackstar.
It's four years since we dug up all our vinyl and went on a Bowie marathon, from Low to Diamond Dogs and stopping by his most recent work, Blackstar.
Weāre so open to it all itās no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.
The Jean Genie played at my first disco, in my first year at university. Thatās where I met the boy from Boggabilla. He liked the way I danced. And I liked the way he liked my dancing.
As a Bowie aficionado Jack couldnāt hold a candle to Dennis, but this track burns deep at the best of times, and obliterates him in the worst. Such as now.
As soon as the credits rose I would stalk back to the car and play Low on my way home, through the city and immigrant ghettoes, past still clattering factories and silent housing estates, then back onto the dark of the fen to park at a small humpback bridge just outside my village.
The Scottish lads had all lost their front teeth [fighting, falling over drunk] and at some point they loved to flip out their plates so we could appreciate what proper hard men they were. This may or may not have been some form of Celtic foreplay.