This is just too cool for words!
This is just too cool for words!
Stumbled on an excellent article from the perspective of this young girl at the time:
Let’s Dance was a rather flippant song that basically made no sense, had no political connotation, and was only meant to be danced to, and sell lots of records. Never being one to go that route very well, Bowie made up for it in the video he produced for the song:
The red shoes meant a life of affluence for the pretty white lady. The red shoes meant a life hard work scrubbing highways for the Aborigine girl. When given the choice to either wear the red shoes and live like white people, or not wear the red shoes and live like Aborigine, they stomp on the shoes and walk off into the sunrise.
Bowie later had this to say about the Aborigine:
I have always felt that the although the world casts judgment on the United States because of our struggles with racism, it’s because we’ve been dealing with it in a very visible manner for a long, long, time. The only difference being that most other countries won’t deal with it, so there is nothing visible to criticize. People have always loved Australia for a lot of reasons, mostly being the people. At the same time, the world has largely ignored what those same Australians did to the Aborigine. Bowie stuck it out there front and center with this video. As with the history of the Aborigine, I have no clue what Australia has done to rectify their issue. Maybe if Neil Young wrote a song about it people would listen?
Here we go!
I’ve already got my favorite off the album! What’s yours?
* I’ve jumped the gun obviously. The album won’t be released in the US for a few more days. If the Amazon widget doesn’t work, come back after the 12th and it should work fine.
Another new one!
So far it’s been a very good couple of tunes off the new album!
Wow! Didn’t see this one coming! Happy 66th David!
Ten years ago today The Jean Genie died.
A huge part of Bowie’s life, and the inspiration for The Jean Genie, Cyrinda would go on to marry both David Johansen and Steven Tyler.
In 1966 a band called The Monkees premiered on tv. It immediately propelled the members to instant stardom:They were a clean cut bunch of basically non-musicians pretending to be rock stars. With the guaranteed publicity of a tv show, their first recording went #1.
At exactly the same time, another band wasn’t doing quite as well:
Davy Jones and the Lower Third recorded a few songs, they went nowhere, there was no tv. I am guessing at some point a disgruntled drunk teen girl whined during a show that they needed to play Last Train to Clarksville. Not to be confused with a super-hot group, the lesser known Davy Jones changed his name and his image:
He became David Bowie. The rest is pretty well documented here.
Davy Jones died today.
Whitney Houston died last week. It was way overblown. I’m guessing the Davy Jones tribute concert/funeral will be a little less hyped. But, if it did come about, it would be so cool.
First off, you’d have Bowie resurrect his 1966 look and front the Monkees for I’m a Believer:
They immediately, of course tear into Daydream Believer:
Which, of course, morphs into Bowie’s tribute to the “pink monkee bird”:
Then, what’s left of the Beatles will take the stage to perform their 1968 payback to the Monkees
Little known fact, the Monkees were based on the Beatles’ Hard Days Night. Davy Jones was Paul McCartney. Paul McCartney sang Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkee. Coincidence? I think not.
Then of course, The Stones will take the stage for their acknowledgement of Monkee might in the late 60′s:
“I’m a Monkee man!”
I’m sure the Brady Bunch will re-unite for one magical night as well. But, the hilite for me would be one of my all time favorites. Fifteen years after the Monkees hit #1, Peter Gabriel hit the charts with his, now very prophetic:
Why don’t you shock the monkee?
Davy Jones died of a heart attack.
Peter Frampton is a friend of mine.
Well, on Facebook he is anyways. I asked him to be my friend for a few reasons. Partly because he’s an icon of my generation. Frampton Comes Alive! was one of the seminal party albums when I was, well, too young to be partying.
Secondly, he represented an era that seems to have died off, the guitar player. He was all about his guitar. He made the thing sing, cry, and soar. Occasionally he wrapped some pretty good songs around his guitar as well.
Glass Spider was the only time I ever saw Bowie perform. Peter Frampton played lead. It was perfect. Flawless. Amazing to hear. Although I had considered Frampton a party staple, I grew to respect his talent during that concert.
Lastly, I have to support fellow Kentuckians. Peter is auctioning his guitar in Tucson tonight. If I have any friends in Tucson, do me a favor and dig a little deeper for Peter’s cause.