Here’s the historical context. That’s David Bowie, during a decade he reports to have forgotten, nabbed in Upstate New York on a coke charge. Talk about aplomb. He looks impossibly elegant under obviously trying circumstances. Contrast that with any mug shot you’ve seen recently of errant celebrities and then just shut your mouths!
But, I digress. Recently, a music industry great of similar vintage, and possibly more lifetime habits, has returned from Switzerland with a sparkle in his eye and new spring in his step. Rumor has it he has taken the cure with a complete blood transfusion. Who can say? My sources inform me he has reconciled with his first wife, a legendary folk singer, at least as far as having her most recent restraining order against him revoked.
Seen strolling Wilshire Dr. at 7 a.m. in his tennis whites accompanied by a silver haired friend the impresario was queried by a curious onlooker as to his sportive attire. His answer, “I do not own sweats. They are an abomination against man and God.”
I just love him.
Obviously a wise man in some respects then…
I wonder if the David Robert Jones mugshot was taken before or after he thought witches were trying to steal his [cough] semen?! Drugs, don’t do them Kids. Or don’t overdo them! He’s still great though. Only a kind of genius could make great albums such as Station to Station while in uh a strange state. I’ve high hopes for his new album thi’ I’m now uh “hearing-impaired” so can’t enjoy it fully (pulls piteous sad face).
I’m in a tizzy today because I’m meeting with some lovely people about publishing a novel… But, I wanted to check in with you to say by all means tell me your Vincent Price stories – you can use asterisks for the naughty words. Love, love, love David Bowie and am sorry to hear about your hearing loss. Was it recent?
*sighs and melts*