May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
This morning I've been listening to David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust.
Man, I will never get tired of this album. You know sometimes when you put some music on and it absolutely hits the spot? That's what I had this morning. It's been a while since I last played this, and what a joy it was to hear again - building from the opening wistfulness of Five Years to the filthy attitudinal strut of Moonage Daydream, pausing a moment to reflect on Lady Stardust before flinging itself into the joyful dance of Hang Onto Yourself, segueing into full-on rock bitch mode that can only lead to Rock'N'Roll Suicide...and just when you think it's all over in a wash of tears, recriminations and streaky mascara, that final, serene major chord.
David, I salute you and your bright red mullet
Man, I will never get tired of this album. You know sometimes when you put some music on and it absolutely hits the spot? That's what I had this morning. It's been a while since I last played this, and what a joy it was to hear again - building from the opening wistfulness of Five Years to the filthy attitudinal strut of Moonage Daydream, pausing a moment to reflect on Lady Stardust before flinging itself into the joyful dance of Hang Onto Yourself, segueing into full-on rock bitch mode that can only lead to Rock'N'Roll Suicide...and just when you think it's all over in a wash of tears, recriminations and streaky mascara, that final, serene major chord.
David, I salute you and your bright red mullet