I’ve been listening to David Bowie a lot lately. Hence the title of this post. I reckon that some music is just naturally in your blood. Alright, maybe there’s a bit of classical conditioning to it as well but I just find the thought of having music in your veins utterly poetic. My mum is a massive Bowie fan and I grew up loving him. My all-time favourite record has always been Hunky Dory. It doesn’t have any flaws; it’s absolutely perfect. His lyrics are out of this world and his voice has a soothing effect on me that very few other voices have. He’s intelligent, funny, and just plain gorgeous.
I love all his songs but then again I’m quite biased when it comes to Bowie. You can probably tell just by looking at me. My style has changed drastically many times throughout my life and it’s often been quite eccentric, I shave my eyebrows off (ever since I was 13), and then there’s my Ziggy Stardust hair colour. When I look in the mirror my hair makes me think of another of my favourite albums, Low, and obviously of the film The Man Who Fell to Earth. While we’re on the subject of Bowie in films, I also have to say that I love him as Nikola Tesla in The Prestige.
Bowie is my inexhaustible source of inspiration, my muse. Oh how I adore him.