30 DAYS OF BOWIE: Day 15- Aladdin Sane
GO: 30 days. Full Bowie immersion. No survivors. #GetItToBowie
[Live Blogged on Christmas Eve at 10:00am. Refresh post for updates]
Listening to Bowie at my parents’ house. This should be interesting. Wait, hold on, let me just turn off the yule log…
Oh wait. Before we get started, did you see this?
Music mogul Chris Wright on refusing to sign ‘one hit wonder” David Bowie
Okay! Aladdin Sane! FEELING REVVED. That could be all the Christmas cookies I’ve eaten this morning. Sorry, snorted. I snorted all those Christmas cookies. (Gotta get into the spirit of this experiment, you know. Said with respect.) (Updated 10:17am ET)
"Aladdin Sane"- the piano starts and I am confused. I immediately do that thing where I check all the open tabs to see if there’s another video playing somewhere. There is not. It’s the song. Okay, Bowie, okay. Maybe we won’t LOVE Aladdin Sane. Maybe we’ll ease into the idea of Aladdin Sane, is that cool? Is that a good compromise? (Updated 10:21am ET)
"Drive in Saturday" - A Bowie doo-wop! IN SPACE. So far this album is the most bonkers I’ve listened to, by far.
I’m having a hard time with the sax, there I said it. My pop culture brain wants to go toward Lethal Weapon movies when I hear the sax- no, stop it, brain! Stay here! Stay with Bowie! You’re getting to old for this sh- NO. STOP. (Updated 10:27am ET)
Parents are wrestling with the laundry door which fell off its hinges. NO comment on my music choices. Disappointing. Maybe I should make it louder. You WILL hear my panic in Detroit, mother! (Updated 10:33am ET)
This may have been a mistake. My father is getting enraged by the laundry door. The rock of Bowie might spur him to… no, Dad! PUT DOWN THE HAMMER!
Oh, he’s fine. Although he just heard some of the lyrics to “Cracked Actor” and now he says we need to have a talk later. I am 32 years old. I should not be afraid but I am. (Updated 10:36am ET)
"Time" Favorite so far.
Bowie himself described Aladdin Sane as simply “Ziggy goes to America”, most of the tracks being observations he composed on the road during his 1972 US tour—the reason for the place names following each song title on the original record sleeve.
Oh wow! My parents are dancing! They like it! They like Bowie!
Okay, they’re not. I don’t think they can even hear me in here. I am alone. Alone with rock. (Updated 10:46am ET)
Learning so many things about myself. Apparently I’m anti-sax and pro-harmonica, who the hell knew? What else can you teach me about myself, Bowie? (Updated 10:50am ET)
And on the twinkle fairy lights of Lady Grinning Soul, we are OUT. Good show everybody. Stay strange, Bowie. (Final Update 10:54am ET)