The words "five years" always make me think of the opening track on David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust album: News had just come overWe had five years left to cry inNews guy wept and told usEarth was really dying... - from "Five Years", by David Bowie Apocalyptic lyrics seem especially appropriate when I say that five... Continue Reading →
Millions Weep A Fountain: A Sci-Fi Writer Remembers David Bowie
“Here am I sitting in a tin can/far above the world/planet Earth is blue/and there’s nothing I can do…” Rich layers of synth and guitar oozed from my mother’s monolithic turntable speakers. They probably stood taller than I did the first time she played me one of her David Bowie LPs. His music provided a... Continue Reading →