I know everyone will be blogging their Bowie memories so, I’ll try & make mine short. (simple, maybe)
The night before his passing I’d been ‘playing’ StarMan in my head during work and later I came upon a Twitter pal sharing about Davids new music, it was then that I began to recall probably my earliest introduction to David Bowie, and that was one Saturday afternoon, I think, on Soul Train.
1975, I was twelve, and very much ‘aware’, my sister and I were sort of like LatchKey kids because our parents were in the prime of struggling to make a better life for us, so we did spend some time with our friend, the television.
Television, more so then, than now, seemed to reflect the climate of the country and for me (and I think this is one of those things we say when we get older) we, the world, seemed to be in a better place, race relations, opportunities to get ahead, Sesame Street ideology (but then I was 12 so..).
Well anyway, in our little part of the world I recall Soul Train being thought of as ‘our thing’, there was American Bandstand, (which was cool) and there was Soul Train, ‘ours’. I believe my parents generation developed the Ours Mentality because they came of age right in the midst of the true civil rights movement and ‘Ours’ was (and still is) a way to identify. I remember hearing older people, parents’ friends, already upset because Elton John had been on Soul Train (truly animated conversations, including several words I remember having to looking up at the library) so for them, David Bowie was just another intrusion, into what was ‘Ours’. But, it turned out to be anything but that, Bowies performance on Soul Train, although not ‘live’, was groundbreaking, in many ways, David Bowie was ‘Ours’, accepted.
(I’m through rambling now)