| Aladdin Sane. |
| Who will love Aladdin Sane? Millions sweep the fountain, Just in case sunrise Who will love Aladdin Sane? What? Ok, its an odd album, but life is odd, deal with it. Tres rock + roll, tres Bowie, tres insane. Well what do you think Aladdin Sane is? A Lad Insane. Well thats what Choz told me, and I have this awful habit of believing what she says. I have to stop doing that. |
| Fantastic things about this album, apart form a lot of Bowie singing/playing various instruments/writting odd songs, include the wonderful work of the one and only Mike Garson, pianinst. He rocks!!!!!!!! Almost as much as Bowie, and is probably, actually, a better musician. Originally a jazz musician, Mike Garson's improvisatory fantasticness amazes us all. I wish I could play like that. I'm still doing grade six, andc incidently I dispise Telleman and his fake fugues, and Granados + his stupid peticoats, + especially the creator of scales. I do however like Mike McCormac or whatever his name is, who wrote the bluesy piece im playing called "modulations." My teacher now thinks I'm a jazz pianist, which I hope has saved me from a lifetime of endless Mozart, but I'll have to update you on that point, not that anyone gives a shit. |
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| Another truely fantastic thing about this album is the song "Time." Few people understand the wonders of time, mainly because of the lyrics of the first verse Time. He's waiting in the wings, He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boy Time. He flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy. A hilarious thing about this, is when I deicided to write these lyrics in my friend'd homework diary (we all go through phases like this when discovering new things). She subsiquently changed the later part of that verse to Time, He flexes like a door Falls swimming to the floor. This set up such imagery in my head that I laughed constantly for the rest of the lesson, which was maths, and on and off for the rest of the day. |
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| Now my computer has decided to take ages to do anything, which is pissing me off. The picture above took ages to upload. The easy solution to this would be to listen to music with my hi-fi not through my PC, but stuff it. If Bowie ever talked to me, I would have to ask him one question, well many, but one that has just occured to me. When I was in primary school, we used to have these little rubber rings about 10 cms in diameter. We used to carry them around fields on sports day etc, and other menial tasks adults enjoy watching small children perform. God the sounded sick. Nevermind. I would like to ask Bowie why he felt the need to wear two of these on his wrist and two round his ankle in one of the shots in the album sleeve of Aladdin Sane. Well, does any one know? Or is he just satisfying his masarcistic needs. Ok, suprising as it may seem I do not know how to spell that, having nevr really had the need to before. Amazing how they just sort of leave it out of my dictionary. Hmm. |
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| Just out of interest, why are so many people called David? I mean, in my drama club there are only about ten boys, and four of them are called David. Are boys names really that limited? Who knows? Who cares? So why should you buy Aladdin Sane? Its really kool thats why. *Beware!! Not suitable for the nearly insane!* It might just push you over the edge, like it did me. Now you dont want to end up like me now do you? Sweet Seventeen and never been kissed! life is shite! Bowie is not. Thats a good reason to buy it. But beware that you will get odd looks when you shout out of car windows "Ziggy Lives" at passing strangers. Dont be surprised if they also fall over. Speaking from experience |
| You know the great thing about the web is that you can talk utter shite for hours upon end and no one cares. Children even quote you on school projects. They believe anything that has been written, except they dont believe this cos theyve never read it. I think I swear to much to pass those school internet things. It was very funny when the other day, the school wouldnt let me go to my brothers web site, when you can still go to surreal anarchists sites, (according to Charlotte Moss, but you know you should always take what she says with a pinch of salt. Shes kool, she just has a good imagination.) But you can waffle on to a possible audience of the entire first world, and no one can stop you, except stupid school things, Oh and Geocities, if they try to charge me for the site, which would be hilarious, and would involve Vicky visiting at least, oo, 20 times a day. Ooops this page was meant to be about Aladdin Sane. well it was sort of. |