I recently bought the new David Bowie album, Heathen. It was okay—actually, it was a bit more than okay. I liked it a lot. The interest is part nostalgia these days, I guess. We all know his prime is long behind him (like probably 22 years behind him), but he’s still Bowie. He sounds the same, and he rather disgustingly looks the same too. Scary thought: he’s 55 now. There’s not much invention or newness in his current work, but… you know, Mick Jagger fans must really have to strain to not be embarrassed by him these days, so I tend to think Bowie’s held up rather well. He’s still a bit on the cool side even if he has nothing new to say. I didn’t expect Ziggy Stardust standard greatness, so I enjoyed it.
Which reminds me that I’d love to see him live. He’s touring again. Too late now (i.e. all tickets sold), but maybe next time. I have seen him live, once, in 1992, at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert. It was a disappointing show all round, to be honest. I wouldn’t mind seeing him properly… before he’s in a Zimmer frame. 🙂