This week I was asked what my Desert Island Discs would be. Unfortunately, it wasn’t by Kirsty Young. For the longest time, I have thought about what my eight songs, one book and one luxury item would be if I were cast adrift on a desert island, but until now, nobody had asked me. The…… Continue reading Desert Island Discs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtX5_ROX_jE When I was a kid we used to go on holidays that involved dangerously long road trips through Europe. One of the best things about them was being able to listen to a league of incredible music that my parents chose to expose us to. The best of this mix was David Bowie’s Hunky…… Continue reading Kooks
Dear David Robert Jones, The Man Who Sold The World, The Man Who Stole My Heart, The artist, the musician, the icon, the hero, the mime, the alien, the heathen, I didn’t know you. I would like to think I did but how well can two people who never knew each other know each other?…… Continue reading An open letter to your next transition.
The three albums which define my early childhood are REM’s Monster, David Bowie’s Hunky Dory and Jason Donavan’s Ten Good Reasons. Luckily for all concerned I became disenfranchised with the latter before I was ever asked what my favourite albums were. The first two, meanwhile, are entirely down to my parents, who would permeate bathtime…… Continue reading ‘David Bowie Is…’ Exhibition – V&A Museum.
David Robert Jones. Such an ordinary name for a man who has smashed the holy fuck out of music in the last fifty years and obviously I don’t use those words lightly. David Bowie’s music is amongst the first I can vividly remember hearing (alongside Zeppelin, Thin Lizzy and The Sweet (thanks Dad)) so I’ve…… Continue reading Mancrush Friday – David Bowie.