Re Bowie influence, definitely KrieB. Dave (as far as I recall) listened to a lot of earlier stuff especially - I do remember he wasn't impressed with Young Americans (I'll ignore Pin Ups) but then Low and Heroes got a lot of play. I think after that it was more hit and miss for him to say the least, even thought the Eno connection was part of what he liked about the last two, but Lodger...? Meh. I bought my first Bowie album, which I still have - Ziggy Stardust - after talking about Bowie with him. Oh - and The Man Who Fell to Earth was R-rated, we under 18s had to bluff their way in (four times, apparently). Heroes indeed...
What do people think of the new Bowie album? This is Ian McCulloch's take on it:
ďI was really looking forward to hearing Bowieís new album, but itís bollocks, most of it. Itís Tin Machine shit. Thatís disappointing because when I saw the new single I thought heíd found it again. That dignified, beautiful thing. But itís just him farting around again with all those musos Ė some weird horrible jazzy thing. So thatís him back in his box.Ē
When I read this, I initially thought it was perhaps a bit too dismissive but not a totally unfair comment based on my own first impressions. Having played the album a bit I think it's a strong one - and it seems to me that Bowie has rarely released an album across his career which is wall to wall classics (which, I might add, is in contrast with David McComb's less recognised achievement). There are quite a few songs on the Next Day (such as Valentine's Day and The Stars Are Out Tonight) which should definitely appeal to Ziggyists. It's certainly entertaining me enough at the moment to keep the record on rotation in the car.
These may seem bizarre verging on ridiculous questions out of the blue but a curious train of thought triggered by listening to "The Stars Are Out Tonight" this morning lead me to it. Did David McComb have a serious bout of chicken pox when he was a kid? And might this have played at least a subconscious part in the writing of Chicken Killer?
The train of thought went something like this: Celebrity culture (I mean by this the culture of celebrity worship which now dominates our lives and which the song simultaneously celebrates and satirises) - Am I a participant through what I do here? No, David McComb/The Triffids aren't really celebrities, and besides the glossy mags probably wouldn't have suited them much etc