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Tag Archives: David Bowie
It’s entirely possible that there’s a musical solution to all this, and that the wisdom of those who have recently left us should not be squandered. Continue reading
A random and possibly embarrassing list of crushes, inane longings, smoldering gazes, and youthful inamoratas. “Deep down, all we really want is to be righteously hated by a woman not even deigning to put effort into her pretense of love.”
The Weeklings editors each pick a favorite David Bowie song for a short recollection spanning his voluminous career.
Davis Schneiderman digs into the crates for a quartet of under-appreciated David Bowie songs.
David Bowie didn’t merely innovate; he wrought aesthetic and stylistic changes and, like an irrepressible Pied Piper, people followed him wherever he went.
David Bowie, like the Beatles and Bob Dylan, long ago achieved the status of adjective. For Monday Rock City, Robert Burke Warren lists the Top Twenty Bowie Bastards, i.e. the most Bowie-esque soundalikes, stretching from the 70s to the ‘aughts. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, David must be feeling pretty special right about now.
Each of the Weeklings editors respond to a single pop culture question in this wildly popular parlor game that only has one rule: sheer brute honesty.
Love, Peace & Sooooul… Train!
A Conversation with Ericka Danois on the Hippest Show in Television History
“I think (Don Cornelius) became trapped by the persona he created. When I met him in real life, he was brash, irreverent—sometimes in an awkward way rather than clever or witty. He seemed bitter. But he was still styling with the full leather outfit and alligator shoes.”-Ericka Danois