Had I the option as a teenager, I would have done anything in my power to be David Bowie. I have this seared memory of my own 8-ish-year-old self kneeling in my jammies in front of the television and Wolfman Jack’s Midnight Special watching Ziggy Stardust sing “Ground control to Major Tom…” It was a life changing moment. I didn’t know guys could look like that. I didn’t know guys who looked like that could play an acoustic guitar. I was supposed to be in bed – everyone else was in bed, but instead… I woke up different.
So as a huge fan i’ve been only slightly impressed recently with Mr. Bowie’s output. As a huge fan, I, of course, like it all, but I’ve been waiting to have my mind blown. Me. Jammies. Midnight Special. Freak out. Where’s the moment?! Got it. It’s now. The Next Day.
One listen and I’m willing to commit – This is a great Bowie album!! You have to go back to Scary Monsters to get this quality Bowie! Who saw that coming?
It’s not quite the kid in jammies, but definitely a flashback in real time to the best of what this amazing dude can do. I’m dancing out in space – again.
I don’t love the cover though. Flash and the Pan already played that silly card. And it was awesome. Interesting though, do covers even matter to the generations of kids who didn’t grow up clutching and reading every album cover, front and back, down to the “mastered by…” and soaking up the lyric-laden inside sleeves of every album that mattered in any way whatsoever?