David Bowie

[Willow]

Yugopapir: David Bowie u Jugoslaviji, 1990. godine. Radost, želje i nade - u maksimirskoj kišnoj noći

[3opge]

gde ti ode kad si s nama, ovde

 

[Roger Sanchez]

... ( ...

[colonelo]

Večeras u kvizu Potera bilo pitanje kojem muzičaru je pravo ime Dejvid Robert Džons.

Tačno odgovorili i takmičar i tragač

 

:(

[dillinger]

Ode muška Madona.

 

 

Počivaj u miru...

[nisam ja]

Gledam i ne verujem. Cenim da su to preko reda gurnuli eto da bi bili aktuelni. Ili je to bio SINKRONICITET!

[MancMellow]

Ode muška Madona.

 

wtf???

Edited January 11, 2016 by MancMellow

[nisam ja]

Trol

[3opge]

Bowie sings LWTUA (J.D.)

 

[Ivo Petović]

wtf???

 

Zajebava se, valjda, ili samo attention whoruje i želi biti drugačiji. Ili prosto nema pojma (mada u tom slučaju nije jasna potreba za pravljenjem pametnim o nečemu o čemu ne znaš ništa ili znaš nešto površno).

[Frank Pembleton]

[MancMellow]

Bowie sings LWTUA (J.D.)

 

 

joj

[Malkmus]

[Sludge Factory]

 

Author Jonathan Lethem Reflects on David Bowie

"When will we ever hear a human voice like that again?"

By Pitchfork on January 11, 2016 at 4:27 p.m. EST

 

Artists of all persuasions have registered their shock at the death of David Bowie, their grief over our loss, and their gratitude for his work. We reached out to the author Jonathan Lethem, whose prose vibrates with a love of music—and who has done some music criticism of his own —to get his reaction. Here is what he said:

 

My first glimpse of Bowie stuck forever, though the context is decades-lost: on some television show, which I've never managed to locate on YouTube, singing "What in the World" live. Then: "Fame" on the radio, of course, without knowing or needing to know who it was. I turned him into "mine" by finding Station to Station in a used-record crate at a junk shop on Court Street (I bought T. Rex's Slider in the same lucky haul), then going out to grab Hunky Dory from the record department of A&S, a local department store.

 

Those two records remain pivotal for me, epic in their capacity to collapse my sensibility to the state of my first awed listening, and tunnels into ancient emotion. (If evaluations matter today, I'd place those at the top by standards both objective and subjective, and add Low — my favorite of the '70's Eno run, though I cherish them all — and Scary Monsters.)

 

That puts me, embarrassingly, in the generation just old enough to be embarrassed during my college years by Let's Dance, and to take Tin Machine as a personal affront — and, as a result, I held even the best records of the last decades at an awkward arm's length. Today's shock has demolished useless resistance and, of course, suddenly songs from "Time" to "Wild Is the Wind" to "Be My Wife" to his almost-awful cover of "Across the Universe" to the remarkable harsh-edged self-elegies of Blackstar are tearing me down — which doesn't make me any different from everyone else this morning.

 

It was great seeing Eno's little paragraphs of tribute, which made me think about how the death of an artist who fronted with sensibility and cognition, leaving emotion implicit, always hits harder, because what's stripped away is the audience's defenses against how much they'd always felt coming through so fiercely anyhow. I'd only add that I think he's underrated simply as a singer, of course in that not-exactly-a-great-singer way that doesn't matter at all. But the interaction of his wild verbal gifts with his vocal gymnastic-theatric-insinuations, the kind of crazy thing you hear him doing in "Young Americans", or in "Ashes to Ashes", or "Blackout" -- when will we ever hear a human voice like that again?

 

 

[Frank Pembleton]

Bowie sings LWTUA (J.D.)

 

 

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