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DIONYSIAN_SOAP
December 29, 2005
I once picked up some rock n' roll book
on display at City Lights, and flipped
through it at random: there was a short
paragraph about Angela Bowie walking in
on David Bowie and Mick Jagger in bed
together, and then casually offering to
get them something to drink.
I laughed, sneered at this lowbrow rock
"biography" crap, and put the book back
on the shelves -- and walked away from
it with this (possibly apocryphal) story
wedged in my brain forever. SERPENTINE_KISS
Thinking about this later, I
decided that my original sneer
was a misplaced snobbery...
This stuff clearly *matters* to
me, why pretend otherwise?
A character like Bowie transcends
mere celebrity and becomes something
like a mythological figure.
Refusing to read from the Books of Bowie
just because their veracity is uncertain
is clearly besides the point.
And refusing to read rock literature
because I'm supposed to be above that
stuff, that's pretty crazy:
(a) I'm not above listening
to the music.
(b) I'm supposed to be above
being above things.
So I resolved some day to
read some schlock rock
biography trash, and glean
what I could from it.
I didn't get very far... I read a book about David Bowie,
"Loving the Alien" and found it to be only of middling
interest (it degenerates into reviewing his sales
figures... "Can he get another hit!? Oh my.")
I bought a few Patti Smith bios ; a few
Velvet Underground books, and then let BANG
the project drop for a while...
CAMDEN_TOWN
Eventually I even bought
Angela Bowie's book, but I
passed on it several times
first, and have only glanced (The writing looks
at it. terrible. Maybe Angela
actually wrote it.)
But more recently, I've really
found the mother-lode:
PLEASE_KILL_ME
Are celebrity anecdotes too trashy
for you to bother with?
Myself, I think there's something
inherently amusing about the
thought of Phil Spector asking
Arturo Vega if he's a Nazi.
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