suddenly, there's a devilish laugh, there's a puff of smoke, and David Bowie appears in front of Jilli and hands her the Kenny G. Xmas album.
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
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.
suddenly, there's a devilish laugh, there's a puff of smoke, and David Bowie appears in front of Jilli and hands her the Kenny G. Xmas album.
David Bowie! In front of me! Ha! I can keep him locked in my closet forever and ever! He's miiiiiiiiiiiine!
Now I want to go buy every Bowie album released. And watch Labyrinth.
Now I want to go buy every Bowie album released. And watch Labyrinth.
Good plan. Just remember that he's miiiiiiiiiiiine.
Can we share?
Can we share?
Um. Er.
See, I know that I should be a good person and say yes. But David Bowie!
miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine
Sigh. Can't blame you though.
No votes for Diamond Dogs? The One Where David Invents Cyberpunk?
Aladdin Sane and Space Oddity people. These are the two true Bowie albums. Please.
And that's all I have to contribute at this late and drunken hour. Lawrence instituted the smoking ban in all bars yesterday. I spent a lot of time outside the door of my favorite bar tonight.
I only have 26 Bowie albums, so I'm not qualified to say which is the best. But, I have to say, I can listen to both Low and Ziggy Stardust for weeks at a time without a break. None of the rest can bear up to THAT much repeated listening, as far as I can tell.
Oh, except Heathen.