6 Music, the BBC’s slightly left of centre radio channel, has been dedicating this weekend’s schedule to commemorating David Bowie. Long noted as a Bowie superfan (not a prophet or a stone age man), Adam Buxton has been back on the airwaves as part of the programming with this two hour ‘take on the great man’.

It’s well worth seeking out and giving some attention to, as it has many very funny bits in (Cobbler Bob…) and some intriguing lyrical exegesis from the late Dame David as well.

Bowie’s clarification of the intent behind Space Oddity – that Major Tom is not victim to mechanical failure, but deliberately cutting himself adrift – was a major (Tom) perspective shift for me. As happens from time to time, your world view can be altered by something you’d never considered. Purely on a ‘song itself’ basis, it’s such an important detail. The mournful ending is still there, it’s still sad, but for different reasons. In that light, of course, Ashes to Ashes holds even more resonance.

Anyway, as I write this I’m listening to Brian Eno recounting his and Bowie’s devotion to Derek and Clive during the recording of Low.

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Derek Bowie… Of course! Suddenly it *all* makes sense.

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I heard the news today, oh boy…

It wasn’t until after the second Bowie song on the bounce came on the radio that I realised something must be up. We had a group moment at work listening to about an hour of his records. Although we tried to get on with whatever we had to do, no one’s mind was really on the job, and all eyes were a little dewy. Drive-In Saturday set me off.

Dame David Bowie had such a wide appeal, I don’t have a lot to add to the millions of words and hearts being poured out. The story of how I came to Bowie, and the videos I would post regarding that, are available to view at this post, Where are we now?, from 2013.

I’m very sad he’s no longer with us physically, but draw some solace from the marvellous sounds and visions remaining.

… blue, blue, electric blue.

The video and lyrics to Lazarus constitute an unarguably poignant final statement by David Bowie.

David Bowie, or Derek, (“I suppose it’s another quotation from Derek Bowie, is it?”) has released a new song. It made the news today – oh boy! You can see it at his website.

Is it any good? Well, that’s up to you. I like it. It occurred to me that I could blether on at length offering my opinion on the tune, Bowie’s importance and cultural context, perhaps making some pithy remarks on the music media commentariat in the UK, but it occurred further that there’s no point. This is David freakin’ Bowie we’re talking about! “If you have to ask…” …as the Red Hot Chili Peppers once suggested.

I’ve liked Dame David for a long time. I had a couple of teachers at school who used to obsess about Bob Dylan and David Bowie, getting me into them and a bunch of other ‘cultural touchstone’ bands through careful pointers. One of them created a memorable tape compilation for when I was leaving sixth form, called ‘I remember when all this were fields’. I sometimes say that when looking at the YouTubes, “I remember when all this were compilation tapes”.

These were the two Bowie songs on that compilation:

You betcha! And a version of this, which makes me wish we’d had the YouTubes back then:

Given his near half century of professional superness, I think it doesn’t really matter if David Bowie’s new song could maybe be more awesome. He’s still moving, doing it. On the rare occasions people have tried to argue with me regarding Bob Dylan’s continuing relevance, while I’m on the DB/BDs, I’ve said that anyone who managed to come out with Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde on Blonde, in the space of 18 months, is allowed to do what they like as far as I’m concerned. The same goes for Bowie.

Hunky Dory, 1971. …Ziggy Stardust, 1972. Aladdin Sane, 1973. Shush.”

History will show that Coldplay performed at the 2012 Olympics closing ceremony, but everyone was more bothered that Bowie did not. That is all. You betcha!

Via Anorak, this super ‘supermoon’ image… lovingly recycled, as munitions go off in Libya, for another in an infrequent series, ‘Ain’t coinkidink too cute?’

A.E. Waite, issuing, as usual, from a cloud:

“The Tower has been spoken of as the chastisement of pride and the intellect overwhelmed…”
The Moon “…directs a calm gaze upon the unrest below; the dew of thought falls; the message is: Peace, be still.”

I love all this shit. Freak out, far out, in out, put the kettle on.