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THE REVIEW
If we lived in an ideal world, there certainly wouldn't be hunger, there would be no more wars, and (above all) a world day in honor of David Bowie would be celebrated, the greatest chameleon artist to ever grace the rock stages and scenes.
I hold such high regard for Bowie that I can't help but think of anyone else but him throughout the day. I even had a girlfriend once (met in the Bowie fan club and who believed she was the greatest Bowie fan) who soon got tired of someone who talks about Bowie even when in the bathroom or at the movies. Moreover, she was (and still is) a big Inter Milan fan and didn't appreciate that during the Champions League matches on TV, I would stress her so much with Bowie here and Bowie there. Is she worthy of being called a "Bowie fan"? Tell me, I want to know. After all, if we really want to be honest, it's more likely that Bowie (I love this name) would churn out another Berlin trilogy with Eno rather than Inter winning a Champions League. But that's how it is...
Sorry if I open another parenthesis now, but when I talk about Bowie, I get so emotional and would like to talk about him for hours and hours. I'd love to find some good friends who truly love Bowie as I do. For instance, I often watch the farewell concert of Ziggy Stardust and tears come to my eyes. It's my personal Pretty Woman. A classic evergreen that continues to move me with every viewing.
I admit that I might be a tad boring for some people. But I wonder: what else can you talk about during an evening with friends if not about Bowie? Or perhaps, to not be too monotonous, you could discuss Bowie's influence on characters like Iggy Pop or Lou Reed. I have broad views, but evidently, the so-called "friends" do not think the same way.
I am a dreamer: I dream of a nightclub where girls get picked up with some anecdote about the White Duke or Tony Visconti's production work. But today's world, materialistic, is not made for dreamers.
This, however, would be my ideal world. And yet I'm alone. No friends, no girlfriend. Only Bowie is left with me. Yet I am happy. And I'm proud of it.
I should also write something about "Station To Station," but it's logical that there's not much to write: it's a masterpiece, and even the deaf know it. I'll just write an anecdote about the album: it was born in California, where good Bowie was so out of it on drugs (read cocaine), and he still declares he remembers almost nothing about the sessions of the record.This is my first review. I hope I have been objective enough.
Long live Bowie and long live Ziggy! (I adore you, David)
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This heartfelt review passionately honors David Bowie as an unparalleled rock icon. The reviewer expresses deep emotional attachment to Bowie and praises Station To Station as an undeniable masterpiece. Despite personal loneliness and isolation, Bowie’s music remains a source of joy and inspiration. The review highlights Bowie's legendary status, his creative process under drug influence, and the timeless impact of his work.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
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