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Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts

David Bowie enjoys a good list too


This is, apparently, the flowchart of David Bowie’s most recent album, The Next Day. Enjoy:

Effigies
Indulgences
Anarchist
Violence
Chthonic
Intimidation
Vampyric
Pantheon
Succubus
Hostage
Transference
Identity
Mauer
Interface
Flitting
Isolation
Revenge
Osmosis
Crusade
Tyrant
Domination
Indifference
Miasma
Pressgang
Displaced
Flight
Resettlement
Funereal
Glide
Trace
Balkan
Burial
Reverse
Manipulate
Origin
Text
Traitor
Urban
Comeuppance
Tragic
Nerve
Mystification

In other news, the fantastic blog Pushing Ahead of the Dame has just reached the end of another epic chapter, Bowie song-by-song 1992-1995, which included the great lost and found avant-album Leon, from which this indescribable song comes.

Some guff about David Bowie



David Bowie is back. His new album was made in secret, his first new music in a decade. Bowie had more or less disappeared from public life in 2006. Given there were some grisly rumours that he was dying, it’s no surprise he lead-off song, Where Are We Now, has inspired such a reaction. It’s good to have an old friend back.

The song is not bad too. It is mildly overproduced, always a risk with a record produced over time. Overproduction is a common pitfall in popular music. Bowie albums past have avoided that trap by being recorded quickly and spontaneously. Of course no one would have cared if this song was written and released in 2005, if Bowie had not had a massive heart attack and instead ploughed on with his silver age renaissance. It is a good song, wonderfully sung, plaintive and beautiful.

It is said Bowie lost his way in the 80s after gaining a mass audience but finding he had no connection with them. It is an essential contradiction in a form of popular culture expressed in individual consumption.

Bowie’s muse could almost be said to be popular culture itself. At his musical peak he watched his contemporaries very closely, listened to his predecessors very intently. His lyrical subject matter was a tapestry of modern fascinations, from drugs to UFOs to alternative religion and so on.

Bowie’s public persona (or personas) was an even more removed form of iconography. Whereas Brian Epstein took aspects of The Beatles personalities and made them into vivid caricature, David Bowie created full blown characters to perform. His aliases strike a chord because they reveal aspects of the audience’s personalities that they may not have even knew existed.

He is truly an icon, in the McLuhanite sense, in that he denies information (his most recent return being a case in point – while most famous musicians will start plugging an upcoming album before it is even finished – modern PR practice suggests stars should allow their public maximum access, with social media feeds, FB profiles and so on – David Bowie just released a new song). The audience is left to fill in the details, emotionally and intellectually invest in Bowie the icon.

Song for a lost world...



David Bowie singing (albeit obliquely) about the murder of Rosa Luxemburg. Counterfactuals are a borderline science at best. Nevertheless it's entirely possible that the bludgeoning of a middle aged woman set humanity on its current road to doom. Even at this late stage we can choose another path, but we're running out of time.

Thoughts for the Brain... oh dear....


I have just discovered a rather brilliant blog, called Pushing Ahead ofthe Dame, a song-by-song dissertation about the life and times of David Bowie . It is a fascinating subject, apt as well. Bowie hasn’t sung on stage for six years and hasn’t released a new album in nine. At sixty-five years young Bowie’s public life may well be over, a shame in one sense because he did make good albums during the 90s and 00s, but let him rest and enjoy life if he wants.

It’s not like there isn’t plenty of music to enjoy, and the blog (to become a two-volume book) goes through it in fine detail. Typically we’ve arrived at our subject late, after the 70s peak. The blog is currently marking the fag-end of the Tin Machine era, so there’s still 1.Outside,Earthling and Heathen to go.

I’ve waxed occasionally coherent about Bowie before, but here are some observations:

Bowie, art and reality

Bowie’s art shows up the tricky dialectic of the particular and the universal, closely allied with notions of personal versus impersonal, realist versus imaginative. Pop music in one sense is a dialogue between ideas of authenticity and artifice. At one point Bowie was recording Bruce Springsteen songs and borrowing members of his band. You could not get more immediately disparate characters, two more disparate albums than Greetings from Ashbury Park and Diamond Dogs.

I would say authenticity is generally held in higher regard. The 90s, for example, were all about playing it straight, keeping it real, representing this or that area etc. It stems probably from pop’s origins in the blues. We’re used to the fact that reality TV is anything but realistic. But we’re liable to forget that straight-talking narrative blues songs were often folk compositions performed by outlandish characters. Bruce Springsteen lived his songs, which were constructs, projections of reality. Reality is equally a construct (though no less real for it). No one lives a truly ‘normal’ life. We get to the universal though the particular, and there’s little as particular in mass culture as particular as David Bowie and his strange fascinations.

Bowie and politics

Any kind of discussion of David Bowie and politics must include fascism. Of course there is the rider that even at his most ‘fascist’ Bowie was not the kind of fascist we know and loathe. Even his strongest endorsement of fascism “Britain could benefit from a fascist leader”, rank though it was, was qualified and hedged during the interview it was taken from, not to mention probably a provocation as well.

His undoubted obsession with fascist imagery and manipulation, came out of two very sixties pursuits, Nietzsche and Gnosticism.

Nietzsche made a comeback in the second half of the last century, after being strongly associated with the Third Reich, particularly in the theory of ubermensch. There are three theories of history. Firstly that it is the manifestation of god’s will, second the accumulated effect of class struggle and finally the result of will to power (and a fourth theory, that history is just one thing after another).

Post World War Two the first theory was discredited by centuries of scientific discovery. The second theory suffered under the effect of the Soviet Union and/or the powerful sense that western workers had been bought off. It was natural that many young people would interrogate the final theory, that of Friedrich Nietzsche. His ideas are really the end point of trying to square liberal theory, based on the unbound, atomised individual, with reality. His post-war heirs were the existentialists, the beat generation and the hippies, in struggle with the suffocating hypocrisy of the Cold War.

Gnosticism is less obvious (and was less popular) but a logical of the above fascination. In Hunky Dory the coming hippie arcadia became the rise of Homo Superior. Gnosticism, broadly speaking, is a branch of Judeo-Christian thought that suggests the fall of man was a fall from true consciousness. Human beings recover enlightenment, achieve liberation and so on through ritual and esoteric practice. This not only chimed with the hippie movement, a privileged group within straight society, built around the ritual and sacrament of LS; it was also the founding idea of the Thule Society, which was the meeting point of many senior nazi cadre, instead of benign hippies you had conquering Aryans.

If all this wasn’t well known the story of Bowie’s mid-70s flirtation with fascism, a time when many people were developing dangerous sympathies, is well known. It took the Victoria incident to break the spell. Bowie swung sharply left, making a point of stating, whenever asked, that he was not a fascist. He also abandoned the accompanying glamour and theatrics, living quietly in Europe, making minimalist albums.

Bowie and Benjamin

Go back to Walter Benjamin and his definitive statement on art:
Outmoded concepts, such as creativity and genius, eternal value and mystery – concepts whose uncontrolled… application… lead to a processing of data in the Fascist sense.
Though the music industry is a capitalist industry, therefore dedicated to the mass reproduction of art, a number of values and rituals not to mention cults still linger. The cult worship of rock stars is in itself a reaction to the music industry. 

The notion of pop music as a force for change still pervades, despite being based on... not much really. There is left-wing music, but there is also more than plenty of reactionary music made, politically and artistically reactionary.

David Bowie’s enduring popularity lies in his realism. It’s the kind of realism that looks at strange fascinations people have, the imaginative world that is often just as unhealthy and polluted as the real one. If the boundary between fantasy and reality was lost, well, that does happen sometimes. This is where democratic intervention happens. The British music scene veered down dark avenues in the 70s. The advent of Rock Against Racism (some of the earliest leaflets were a response to Bowie's ramblings) changed history for the better.

Postscript

Now, for SOME raisin, here's Dave from 1974: