David Bowie has died at the age of 69, of cancer. You may remember him as the guy who changed the direction of rock six or seven times.
I wish I had something clever to say here, but I don’t, so just read the AP’s retrospective (or Wikipedia‘s, if you’re reading this in a dystopian future where the AP’s links have gone dead) while listening to Moonage Daydream:
Because I hate all of you and want you to suffer as much as I have, you get a double helping of Christian glurgey WTF.
The first part is The Monkey Song, perhaps the catchiest expression of anti-evolutionary ignorance and superstition that I’ve heard.
But stick around, because then they sing The Ecumenical Movement, an ode to tribalism and dogma. The core message is “those people (both non-Christians and non-right-kind-of-Christians) don’t believe the same things I do, so I’m not even going to talk to them.”
The 70s flavor of the recording provides a retro flavor, like bell bottoms on a Sunday-best pantsuit.
It’s raining out there, so here’s a song about a rainy city at night. It’s uncharacteristically upbeat for Anne Clark: