Drop your new album on Friday, die on Sunday. Rock and Roll as fuck.
Can’t say much more about Bowie than everybody has already said by now. As a child of the eighties I at first only knew him as one of those old fogey rockers who’d lived on beyond their prime, delivering the occassional half-decent song but mostly irrelevant. That and Space Oddity, a favourite of my music teacher in high school. It’s only been much, much later that I learned of the real Bowie. Even as he was dying he could still deliver something as powerful as this. A lesser artist would give their eyeteeth to have achieved even a tenth of his.
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