No one over here reads the papers pal…
The London Evening Standard published a brief but nonetheless interesting interview with David yesterday. If you didn’t get a copy of the newspaper itself, the whole thing is available online, from where, this excerpt:
It must be hard, one imagines, to make new friends – real friends – when you are an internationally famous superstar surrounded by sycophants. Not least because there must be an ever-present fear that any new friendship might be exploited or betrayed for gain by selling stories to the press. Bowie insists he is not concerned by such thoughts.
“I’m not a terribly suspicious person,” he insists. “But it’s funny you should say that because I’ve recently got friendly with a father and his little boy I met in the park with my daughter. He’s there every single weekend and we really buddied up to each other. But we’ve only talked about music twice in all that time.”
Yet their initial encounter demonstrated the gulf that fame can create when it comes to forming new relationships with “ordinary” people. “The first time we started talking, he said: ‘I would never have thought I’d find you in a park.’ And it kind of upset me: why wouldn’t you believe that I would take my own daughter out? But,” Bowie sighs wearily, “I suppose that’s the impression that one has of celebrity.
“It’s about how you want to live your life, isn’t it? I certainly don’t want to live it in the full glare and I want to be able to go where I want to go in an anonymous fashion. Which is where my baseball cap comes in. I’ve found that, if I hide the hair under a cap I somehow become almost invisible. I blend in so much with the rest of humanity it makes me feel almost normal!”
If you’re an online subscriber to the This is London website, you can read the whole thing