More bad news broke this morning of the passing of David Bowie who’d been suffering privately with cancer for 18 months. It really is bizarre that 47 years after first putting people on the moon we are still no closer to finding a cure for cancer.
Like so many artists around before I was born, or plying their trade while I was young, I’m a bit hit and miss with their bodies of work.
I remember hearing Bowie’s stuff on the radio when the charts were all I knew. An abiding memory is probably from Top Of The Pops and that dire outfit he wore for the video when he did Dancing In The Street with Mick Jagger. When satellite TV came into the house I probably saw more from him on MTV and the “gold” style music channels. From his 111 singles the only track I own a physical version of would be his collaboration with Queen on 1981’s Under Pressure.
Over relative recent years, and as mentioned before in the blog, with the easier accessibility of owning odd songs by artists, I probably have a couple of dozen of his songs in my library that I’ve either picked up on from listening to the radio or connected with via other media, such as Life On Mars? being used in the TV programme of the same name.
One thing that Bowie’s passing has shown compared to that of Lemmy’s less than a fortnight ago is how the metal scene is so insular and we, as metal fans, think it is much bigger and important scene than we’d like to believe. Today’s news in comparison has been like a member to royalty passing. Constant reporting on news channels – rather than a token mention, a special programme on the BBC looking at the life of David Bowie within 12 hours of the news breaking and many more varied and prominent people paying tribute – they’ve even questioned Premier League football manager about his career.
Here’s probably my favourite Bowie tune, Let’s Dance from the album of the same name.