I would say Bowie was the best singer I know if it wasn’t for the basic fact bowie wasn’t a singer. Oh no, he was an actor playing the part of a singer. And a different singer each time.
I re-invented my image so many times that I`m in denial that I was originally an overweight Korean woman."
I would say Bowie was the most interesting singer song writer in his generation but that would be just stating the obvious. He was the strange stalk figured artsy guy that followed his own drum. And guitar. A bass. Maybe some backing vocals.
I think it all comes back to being very selfish as an artist. I mean, I really do just write and record what interests me and I do approach the stage shows in much the same way."
I would say a lot of things about bowie, but you already know them. Do I need to tell you again how brilliant his arrangements are? The poetry of his lyrics? The theatrical energy of his personas? Instead I will just bring a couple of examples to why I am in awe at his work.
I'm an alligator,
I'm a momma poppa coming for you,
I'm the space invader,
I,ll be a rock and rollin' bitch for you,
Keep your mouth shut,
You squawking like a pink monkey bird
and I'm bustin' up my brains for
the words "
What? What? Alligator? Pink…what? And this is a great example of the unique direction David Bowie's vision is taking us with each verse, spinning us in the other direction with each chorus, playing with us. All the time not forgetting his role as an artist, as a song writer, as an actor playing Bowie In a one man show. And it is exploding in your brain with dozens of new triggers being planted, to be used later, to remind you.
“When I’m on my own, I’m in bad company.”
The line "like a Pink monkey bird" might seem the hazy fruit of a feverishly high mind, which it probably was, but it also sends me immediately to the works of Juan Miro and his strange moonbird. There is something interconnecting , some link that bowie stumbled upon which brings together a full stimulation of our imaginative part of the brain, calling supporting actors we forget we had, we forgot we loved.
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same"
And that bowie voice, that distinct accent, that known nasal pitchy voice, like Bob Dylan's little sister, and I am saying that In the best possible way. I always give Bowie as an example to flexible and versatile singing voice, and to a no-discount approach to writing and executing the singing parts.
Such beautiful work. More classical then rock in some parts, it Reminds me of a talented traveling bard in the middle ages more then you garden variety pop or rock singer.
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through"
Bowie is old school. Before old school was old school and in the English old school of the old school meaning. He is much too intelligent to be anything other than British. Remember those days when Britain was sophisticated, educated, disciplined, witty, inventive and serious? Bowie sounds almost as if he was classically trained, and writes in the same poetic manner, an oxford poetic manner, not a Detroit street poet way. And that elevates the songs to something that is so much more then pop music.
I gave Them life
I gave Them all
They drained my very soul...dry
I crushed my heart to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can They spare
What of me?
But then again :
I'm always amazed that peole take what I say seriously. I don't even take what I am seriously."