I have seen it, but not for a very long time.I have it on DVD. I love the music in it, and the puppets too. No CGI, well not much. Bowie was so versatile!! Have you seen the Man who Fell to Earth? That's very good too.
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I have seen it, but not for a very long time.I have it on DVD. I love the music in it, and the puppets too. No CGI, well not much. Bowie was so versatile!! Have you seen the Man who Fell to Earth? That's very good too.
That... (apart from the "Bow-ee" bit-my family always used to tease me with this, they would pronounce his name like that because they knew it p'ssed me off) was great! I could sit and listen to his interviews all day.Bowie once did The Elephant Man on stage, focusing on character and physical contortions rather than outlandish makeup.
And never mind the way the guy says "Bowie" like "Take a bow-ee."
Thanks for the reminder...Heard this one on the radio today for the first time in many years. Seems fiitting:
That's right and just today I was (again) thinking to myself, that there was nobody at all like him, he was truly an individual--for his entire life, I admire that so much in him... he followed his own path, always.I remember rolling a doobie in strawberry Zigzag the first time I heard Space Oddity. I also recall playing Omicron to the song New Angels of Promise. So much difference between the two times but he was there for both. I don't think anyone can explain those early days to those who were not there. I loved those times. The reckless abandon with which we attacked life, fully certain it was going to be a fantastic discovery more profound than the day before, and it was. IT WAS.
Optimism? Pah. Kings of the earth we were. We had no need of optimism. It ran in our veins. I was voted weirdest in my senior class and so what? I had the most fun. The prettiest girls, the most interesting situations, and always a backdrop of music. I understood Bowie. I WAS the young American as I drove around the square blowing my horn as she blew me. I knew there were dues to pay but life was a charge forward at full speed. No time for even yesterday.
Now I'm old and with age comes wisdom and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. He was there for the time of my life and his. I know he enjoyed life as I did. He never held anything in reserve. He never held anything from anyone. He never held anything back for a rainy day. It was all going to be great and IT WAS. It really was. I hope it wasn't too painful at the end. Even if it was I know he was grateful for it all, every bit, every wonderful sight and sound and touch. I know he loved life because it loved him back. And why not? He was weird and wonderful. There wasn't and never will be another. Life appreciates an oddity. I can't help but feel it will miss one as well.
I remember rolling a doobie in strawberry Zigzag the first time I heard Space Oddity. I also recall playing Omicron to the song New Angels of Promise. So much difference between the two times but he was there for both. I don't think anyone can explain those early days to those who were not there. I loved those times. The reckless abandon with which we attacked life, fully certain it was going to be a fantastic discovery more profound than the day before, and it was. IT WAS.
Optimism? Pah. Kings of the earth we were. We had no need of optimism. It ran in our veins. I was voted weirdest in my senior class and so what? I had the most fun. The prettiest girls, the most interesting situations, and always a backdrop of music. I understood Bowie. I WAS the young American as I drove around the square blowing my horn as she blew me. I knew there were dues to pay but life was a charge forward at full speed. No time for even yesterday.
Now I'm old and with age comes wisdom and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. He was there for the time of my life and his. I know he enjoyed life as I did. He never held anything in reserve. He never held anything from anyone. He never held anything back for a rainy day. It was all going to be great and IT WAS. It really was. I hope it wasn't too painful at the end. Even if it was I know he was grateful for it all, every bit, every wonderful sight and sound and touch. I know he loved life because it loved him back. And why not? He was weird and wonderful. There wasn't and never will be another. Life appreciates an oddity. I can't help but feel it will miss one as well.
Sunday Morning did a segment on David Bowie just now.
You described it really well, (((Pats.)))Sunday Morning did a segment on David Bowie just now. It got me crying again. I miss him. When some famous people and artists pass, I feel bad for their families and am sorry I won't get to experience new art from them. Sometimes I feel the loss to the point of tears. David Bowie is different to me. I feel gutted, like I lost a personal friend. So many of us do. That speaks volumes in regards to what he gave us all. I feel sad for the world.
I'm grateful though that he touched my heart, my mind and my soul. I'm glad for what he left us.
I owe him thanks.
He was the very first person who said to me, to me and to the whole world, it's alright to be different from other people. Different is not only acceptable it's fabulous.You described it really well, (((Pats.)))
I remember rolling a doobie in strawberry Zigzag the first time I heard Space Oddity. I also recall playing Omicron to the song New Angels of Promise. So much difference between the two times but he was there for both. I don't think anyone can explain those early days to those who were not there. I loved those times. The reckless abandon with which we attacked life, fully certain it was going to be a fantastic discovery more profound than the day before, and it was. IT WAS.
Optimism? Pah. Kings of the earth we were. We had no need of optimism. It ran in our veins. I was voted weirdest in my senior class and so what? I had the most fun. The prettiest girls, the most interesting situations, and always a backdrop of music. I understood Bowie. I WAS the young American as I drove around the square blowing my horn as she blew me. I knew there were dues to pay but life was a charge forward at full speed. No time for even yesterday.
Now I'm old and with age comes wisdom and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. He was there for the time of my life and his. I know he enjoyed life as I did. He never held anything in reserve. He never held anything from anyone. He never held anything back for a rainy day. It was all going to be great and IT WAS. It really was. I hope it wasn't too painful at the end. Even if it was I know he was grateful for it all, every bit, every wonderful sight and sound and touch. I know he loved life because it loved him back. And why not? He was weird and wonderful. There wasn't and never will be another. Life appreciates an oddity. I can't help but feel it will miss one as well.
We may be old, but we got to see the coolest bands.I remember rolling a doobie in strawberry Zigzag the first time I heard Space Oddity. I also recall playing Omicron to the song New Angels of Promise. So much difference between the two times but he was there for both. I don't think anyone can explain those early days to those who were not there. I loved those times. The reckless abandon with which we attacked life, fully certain it was going to be a fantastic discovery more profound than the day before, and it was. IT WAS.
Optimism? Pah. Kings of the earth we were. We had no need of optimism. It ran in our veins. I was voted weirdest in my senior class and so what? I had the most fun. The prettiest girls, the most interesting situations, and always a backdrop of music. I understood Bowie. I WAS the young American as I drove around the square blowing my horn as she blew me. I knew there were dues to pay but life was a charge forward at full speed. No time for even yesterday.
Now I'm old and with age comes wisdom and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing. He was there for the time of my life and his. I know he enjoyed life as I did. He never held anything in reserve. He never held anything from anyone. He never held anything back for a rainy day. It was all going to be great and IT WAS. It really was. I hope it wasn't too painful at the end. Even if it was I know he was grateful for it all, every bit, every wonderful sight and sound and touch. I know he loved life because it loved him back. And why not? He was weird and wonderful. There wasn't and never will be another. Life appreciates an oddity. I can't help but feel it will miss one as well.