I overheard something about this at work today and was praying I'd misheard. I wonder how Jilli is holding up? I knew he'd had some health issues, but nobody I've heard who worked on the record or the musical mentioned about anything current. Dammit, he was supposed to be eternal.
Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?
Snyder ,'Empty Places'
Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 11, 2016 7:39:15 am PST #6087 of 6436
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Lee - Jan 11, 2016 8:06:42 am PST #6088 of 6436
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Something I did not know [link]
Bowie's Name Was a Signal of Banking Innovation
David Bowie was a legend in the music industry, but his name was also a presence in financial services, where his identity was synonymous with innovation.
Dana - Jan 11, 2016 8:33:06 am PST #6089 of 6436
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
The isolated vocal tracks of Under Pressure:
I know this isn't knew, but when Hil posted it on FB a few weeks ago, I managed to open the video in two windows and got a round going. It does all kind of fun things with the harmonies.
Atropa - Jan 11, 2016 10:27:23 am PST #6090 of 6436
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I wonder how Jilli is holding up?
Thank you for thinking of me. I'm alternating between crying and being angry at anon fuckwits on Tumblr who are trying to tell me how problematic Bowie was.
... was. Fuck. Past tense is not okay here.
turns "Rock n' Roll Suicide" up louder
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2016 10:38:38 am PST #6091 of 6436
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
About--and this is something that I wish the Tumblr kids would get--as problematic as every other rock star of the time, because there was skanky shit that was seriously normalized (they also... seem to keep misquoting things there--FFA threads have been discussing this particular game of problematic telephone).
Which is something I've made my peace with over the years, to an extent.
Dana - Jan 11, 2016 10:51:08 am PST #6092 of 6436
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Oh, god, this is not the time to go on Tumblr.
Atropa - Jan 11, 2016 10:57:53 am PST #6093 of 6436
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh, god, this is not the time to go on Tumblr.
Actually, my dash has been fine, because I'm pretty selective about the blogs I follow. No, it's the kids (and I'm being ageist and assuming they're kids) sending me anon messages about OMG PROBLEMATIC!
I've made my posts about it, and the messages seem to have settled down. Or the problematic dramamonger kids have all unfollowed me.
Anyway, I'm so glad I was able to go to the Bowie Is exhibit. I'll probably get around to listening to Blackstar in the next few days.
shrift - Jan 11, 2016 11:24:50 am PST #6094 of 6436
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I wonder if these are the same people complaining about how Rocky Horror is problematic?
I got a new phone this weekend and hadn't downloaded music onto it yet, and now I've grabbed a bunch of my Bowie albums from the cloud. I'm listening until my face gets hot and I'm about to cry, and then I have to back off for a while.
Atropa - Jan 11, 2016 11:30:52 am PST #6095 of 6436
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I keep thinking I need to move on to an album that isn't Ziggy Stardust, and then my hindbrain rises up and goes 'NO, NO WE DON'T, PRESS REPEAT NOW'.
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2016 3:07:40 pm PST #6096 of 6436
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear