Today’s Earworm – “I’m A Dude…”

Suddenly had Bowie’s version of All The Young Dudes playing in my head this afternoon – thinking about Jim waxing lyrical of his love for Mott The Hoople. Obviously he was in good company, as David gifted them All The Young Dudes as a way of imploring them not to break up. (He had initially offered them Suffragette City but they turned it down.)

It was only just now having listened to the song on YouTube to share it here did I wonder that…do we need to consider Bowie’s version to be a “cover” as he allowed Mott to record it and release it first? I do somehow see it that way. It does somewhat feel that David’s version *is* a cover.

Oh, I miss talking of him…and of other music. I have been so wrapped up in my little SM/Kerr world so strongly lately.

Perhaps I should do something every week for David? I shall think of a themed title and day on which to do it. A replacement for Kerrsday Thursday? Unless I bring that silly bit of sycophancy back! (Heaven forbid!)

Anyway…free-flowing randomness. Here’s the Bowie version of All The Young Dudes.

Minds Music Monday – On Hiatus This Week

But next week we’ll be back with Love Song in profile as the Sons And Fascination/Sister Feelings Call 40th Anniversary celebration continues.

In the meantime, I’d like to share a few earworms that are currently buzzing around my noggin.

He was my love before I became “Kerrsed”. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had listened to an entire David Bowie album. Some time that’s for sure! There was a time – for a long period of my life – that a day wouldn’t go by without me listening to at least ONE Bowie album. Last night I listened to Station To Station.

“Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?”

A friend had me in a reminiscing and nostalgia mode with this one. It has always resonated with me. And again now. Pondering that question but extending it to – “could we ever be”? “Were we ever”? Was I ever truly that deluded to think it?

The final one is a happy memory from long ago. A first date with my first serious boyfriend. Good days from a lifetime ago…

Neil Finn writes the most beautiful songs.

I Don’t Ken(sit) It!

I don’t usually share stuff like this on here. And I don’t usually pander to the more “celebrity gossip” side of the “fame game” but I found myself interested in what Patsy had to say.

I’ve always had time for Patsy. She gets a really hard time in the public glare and all the crap that comes her way. I could give unsavoury examples but I won’t. She seems the loveliest and most genuine person. Funny and warm.

But this one thing just fucks with my brain. I read this several years back and even then I was like “whaaaaaa?!” I thought, “Oh, she must mean ‘at that time’, surely?”

But she has reiterated it in this interview and no, there doesn’t seem to be any “at that time” reference. And she says “in my life”.

IN MY LIFE?! Can I just reiterate my own response now. YOU WERE WITH JIM KERR!!! How can having your hair brushed by David Bowie be THE MOST EROTIC THING that happened to you?! I mean…. COME ON!!

Jim poking his tongue out at me at Bristol is probably the most erotic experience I’ve had in 25 years!!! Just by comparison. I mean…heck! Let alone anything else! Holy crap! In my eternal damn dreams! But Patsy! YOU HAD HIM!!!!! Lol. OMG, woman! You’re killing me!

I mean…geez, don’t get me wrong. David is beautiful and I love him as an artist and as a person and I appreciate the aesthetic and yes, I’d have probably enjoyed getting my hair brushed by him also but if THEN, I GOT TO BE WITH JIM – that would just be….just….OMG…it does not EVEN compare!

Anyway, I am going to shut up now, but…Patsy…just…WHAT THE HELL?!

The Whole Bolan

The makers of Uncut magazine have brought out a special edition of the magazine with a whole issue dedicated entirely to Marc Bolan.

I just had a quick perusal of it and it looks pretty good. Loads of detail and lots of great photos. I’ll give it a more substantial read later on.

Its’s No (Mug’s) Game

Over 21 years I’ve had this. It was one of the first things I bought when I arrived in the UK. A souvenir of my first ever visit to London, in the summer of 1999.

It has been the mug I have used first every day ever since. Either for tea (I wasn’t a coffee drinker when I moved over here) or latterly for my first cup of coffee of the day (unless away from home. Obvs).

I currently have five Simple Minds themed mugs, including the most recent wonderful birthday gift. Several others have been broken over the past few years, but this Bowie mug just keeps on keeping on. It even survived the move to Glasgow in tact.

It’s a little chipped around the lip. After 21 years it would be doing well to be in perfect nick!

David is part of my daily ritual. Coffee and banana. That’s “breakfast” for me – a frothy milky coffee and a banana.

The only thing about the mug that makes me sad is – like with a TON of other things – it’s right-hand centric and the the images of David are only visible to right-handed drinkers.

Being somewhat ambidextrous himself (Bowie was left-handed when writing) I’d like to think he’d be pissed off that I, as a fellow kack-hander, can’t see the images when I’m drinking my bevvie each morning.

Here’s to another 21 years of a mug’s life!

The David Bowie Top 5

I have a few David Bowie pages I follow on Facebook and one linked to an article in which Noel Gallagher had chosen his Top 5 David Bowie songs (link below). I was rather surprised to see In The Heat Of The Morning as the first track on the list. I was thinking, “really, Noel? Above a LOOOAD of other tracks that I would have expected to see in its place, you chose THAT?”

In my head, as much as I could think of early Bowie tracks I really enjoyed, none before 1969 would EVER make the Top 5 for me.

So then I pondered. What WOULD make my Top 5? There were two certainties for a start! But I had to think about the rest. And I needed my memory jogged a bit. I had made a list of my Top 50 a few years back and turned it into a similar piece of typography than I had done for my SM Top 50.

With memory jogged, this was my list. The first two were there before needing the memory jog.

Teenage Wildlife:

It has been an absolute favourite and my “go to” track when I really want something very all-encompassing emotive and passionate to sing along to. I have all these little hand movements and gestures I do with it. I sing along FULL karaoke style “blue skies above, sun on your arms, strength in your stride and hope in those squeaky clean eyes”, “so you train by shadow boxing”, “same old thing in brand new drag comes sweeping into view”, “‘David! What shall I do? They wait for me in the hallway!’ I say, ‘Don’t ask me! I don’t know any hallways’. ‘But they move in numbers and they’ve got me in a corner. I feel like a group of one. No, no, they can’t do this to me! I’m not some piece of teenage wildlife!”
And then there is one of the best lines he’s ever written “those midwives to history put on their bloody robes”. It’s just…impassioned. I just love it. And Fripp’s guitar wailing all over it just sounding like its screaming in pain. It’s just epic. And as I say, it really is the most recent love I have gained for it. Obviously always really liked it as a track on Scary Monsters but it has gained a real depth of meaning and appreciation for me in recent years.

A New Career In A New Town:

The very first instrumental piece of music I felt truly affected by. Like…just crying tears and having goosebumps…the whole shebang. It was just like nothing I had heard before and affected me in a way that I wasn’t quite prepared for.

Sons Of The Silent Age:

I just love the way he uses words and rhyming couplets in this. It’s just so clever. And I get really stark imagery from it. It feels very…dystopian…but in a kind of Russian author dystopia. Its rather Chekov or Dostoyevsky in its visualisation for me. “Sons of the silent age stand on platforms, blank looks and notebooks”….”pace their rooms like a cell’s dimension, rise for a year or two then make war, search through their one inch thoughts then decide it couldn’t be done”….”make love only once but dream and dream / don’t walk, they just glide in and out of life / they never die they just go to sleep one day”. The chorus. THE CHORUS! And the way he sings it and delivers it. Just…awesome.

I Would Be Your Slave:

The most amazing song about obsession and obsession for one person and how they take over every thought you have and just…that endless pondering you have about someone when they are the absolute object of your desire. When they are your everything, and you want more than anything to be theirs. “I bet you laugh out loud at me, a chance to strike me down / give me peace of mind at last, show me all you are / open up your heart to me and I would be your slave” – the thing is…the heart remains closed, and yet you still find yourself a slave. You were a slave from the get go. From that first stumble and fall.

The Bewlay Brothers:

The most wondrous example of David Bowie at his mind-bending, Burroughs-borrowing, Crowley-plundering, warped majesty. “Oh I was stone and he was wax so he could scream and still relax, unbelievable / and we frightened the small children away”….”and now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned, the factor Max that proved the fact is melted down, woven on the edging of my pillow / and my brother lays upon the rocks, he could be dead, he could be not, he could be you / he’s chameleon, comedian, corinthian and caricature” – WHO WRITES LIKE THIS?! It’s just fucking mental! And it’s…mastery. And masterful. And…awesome – in the true sense of the word.

So…that’s it. That’s my David Bowie Top 5 – for today anyway…and maybe the rest of this week, or winter…or until the until the end of 2021. The songs I love the most can sometimes be in flux, but my love for David Bowie as the most awe-inspiring of songwriters remains constant and undying.

Noel Gallagher’s Top 5 Bowie article HERE

David on Lou – 1997

It must have been the time of David’s 50th Birthday Bash.

It’s not until I watch something like this do I forget just how much I miss him.

What a beautiful brain he was. I am always floored by the intelligence that just DRIPS off him.