Sources of Joy - Day 81 I had a deep acquaintance at university once. We were never what one could call friends, but when we did spend time together, it was deep. She played guitar. She sang and played David Bowie's "Space Oddity" very well, especially the riff in between the verses. Sadly she stayed... Continue Reading →
I am going to grease up an old four-inch pole, lay it horizontally on two posts about three feet above a body of psychedelic water and put it in an art gallery and call it "Time". Or, you can. Whoever gets to do it first, wins. That is one rule of time, by the way.
David Bowie used to do this. In an interview with British marvel, Michael Parkinson, he spoke about his creative process. David Bowie used to cut words out of the newspaper, or write arbitrary words on a piece of paper, and if my memory serves me correctly – and I believe it usually does! – he... Continue Reading →