Good God! Was it really yesterday?
Well, as suspected, yesterday’s
As we said yesterday, first up was
Next up was
Some character apparently called Mike Adamson (aka me, but with a new name Mr Riley cleverly dreamt up… That boy’s as sharp as a new pin!) popped in to plug this place and set a competition for a “bulging sack” of goodies.
Marc’s show concluded with an exclusive and quite hilarious interview with DB. You can hear all of that and much more
The evening continued with an hour of David’s show from the John Labatt Centre in London, Ontario, in Canada on May 14th earlier this year. Here are the tracks that were broadcast:
01 New Killer Star
02 Cactus
03 Sister Midnight
04 All The Young Dudes
05 The Loneliest Guy
06 Under Pressure
07 Station To Station
08 Ashes To Ashes
09 Quicksand
10 Modern Love
11 I’m Afraid Of Americans
12 “Heroes”
You can listen to the whole thing
Finally, I’ll leave you with a few words from another 6 Music presenter,
Total Blam Blam – (BowieNet News Editor)
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Why every day should be Bowie day
A couple of years back, some cleverclogs marketing type decided to promote Elvis Presley?s collection of Number One hit singles with the slogan: ?Before anyone did anything, Elvis did everything?.
Well, not quite everything. He never invented electronica, defined glamrock, designed the ?rock star as brand? concept, made bisexuality fashionable, painted a stupid lightning strike over his face or any of the zillion things that David Bowie did to make him, in a very real sense, the Elvis of the Seventies. Minus the burgers, obviously. True, Elvis never formed Tin Machine but ? hey! ? nobody?s perfect.
You see, whenever anyone describes a modern day pop star as ?a maverick? or ?experimental? or ?androgynous? or ?a genius?, what they actually mean is ?trying to rip off David Bowie?. He may have had his dodgy years in the Eighties and Nineties but then, if you?d made Hunky Dory, Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, Station To Station, Low, Heroes and Scary Monsters, thereby eclipsing Bob Dylan and Mr Presley as the most important solo artist of all time, you might have decided you deserved to rest on your laurels for a bit as well.
Nowadays, Bowie is the very model of a modern major recording artist, clean of vices, smart of suit and a regular releaser of ?quality? ?product?. But back in the day, he was madder than a bottle of chips and released records so dazzlingly innovative that it sent his eyes wonky and made sure that successive generations of British youth had a compulsory ?Bowie period? (essentially like National Service, but gayer).
No one will ever have a career like Bowie?s again. No one will be allowed to. And even if they were, no one else would be able to handle it. He hoovered up experimental musical genius like most Seventies rock stars (including himself) hoovered up drugs. He invented the whole concept of ?image? but, tellingly, never needed a stylist to tell him which ludicrous trousers to don. He lurched from genre to genre like a coked-up magpie but, crucially, did them all better than anyone.
And, incredibly, he?s done all this without turning into such a parody of himself that look-alikes plague every karaoke night in Las Vegas – just one more thing Elvis didn?t quite manage. Forget old burger chops: bow ye down to the real King Of Rock?n?Roll?
Mark Sutherland