I’m sick, bah. Gus and Jonathan are sick, too, but I have it worst this time (even took a sick day today). This is a bad time to be sick: Gus’ 1.5 week spring break starts tomorrow and I am taking a bunch of days off work to run around town with him and do crazy things like go to Staten Island (the ferry is free!) and to the science museum in Queens. Also we are going to my mom’s this weekend to meet my 10 week old niece, and I don’t want to give her all of our evil germs. Bah.<\/p>\n
I’ve been listening to a lot of early Bowie lately, mostly Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane but then last week we watched The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou* and I remembered that I hadn’t ripped Hunky Dory so I brought that into work this week and listened to it repeatedly, like the obsessive that I am. It’s funny, most music I love makes me reminisce hard about a specific time or place, but Bowie is different, I feel like it’s sort of always been there. Which is patently untrue: unlike Steely Dan or Fleetwood Mac or Carly Simon or Cat Stevens, my parents did not listen to Bowie. I think my first exposure was around age 9 — my best friend at the time had 2 older, jr high + high school age brothers, and we’d sneak into their rooms and take their records, one of which was ChangesOne. But other than that my most nostalgic Bowie memory is listening to (and singing along with) the factory tape of Hunky Dory in my car in high school (also Janet Jackson’s Control, so hot). It’s strange, though, the melodies feel burned into my soul in a way that’s just not like other music.<\/p>\n
* The movie was nice: sweet, funny and swell but also kind of slow. Jonathan liked it more than I did. But we both looooooooooooooooved those crazy Portugese acoustic Bowie covers. Loved them! That CD is going right on our wishlist, to be sure.<\/p>\n