{"id":93362,"date":"2016-01-11T14:59:42","date_gmt":"2016-01-11T19:59:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=93362"},"modified":"2016-01-14T13:20:29","modified_gmt":"2016-01-14T18:20:29","slug":"queen-bitch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/01\/11\/queen-bitch\/","title":{"rendered":"Queen Bitch"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_93364\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-93364\" class=\"wp-image-93364\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/bowieblackstar.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"400\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/bowieblackstar.png 630w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/bowieblackstar-300x200.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-93364\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A still from the \u201cBlackstar\u201d video.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Two days ago, Ben Greenman got a post up on <em>The\u00a0New Yorker\u2019s<\/em> Web site: <small><a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/culture\/culture-desk\/%E2%80%AAthe-beautiful-meaninglessness-of-david-bowie\" target=\"_blank\">THE BEAUTIFUL MEANINGLESSNESS OF DAVID BOWIE<\/a><\/small>, the headline read. \u201cHis new album, <em>Blackstar<\/em>, embraces nonsense, and that makes it prime Bowie.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That was <span data-term=\"goog_1120367948\">on Saturday<\/span>. This morning, the meaning snapped into place like a bear trap: released on Friday\u2014Bowie\u2019s sixty-ninth\u00a0birthday\u2014<em>Blackstar<\/em> is a threnody, composed by the artist himself.\u00a0<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow many times does an angel fall,\u201d Bowie sings on the title track.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf I never see the English evergreens I\u2019m running to,\u201d he sings, elsewhere on the album. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing to me \/ It\u2019s nothing to me.\u201d (\u201cDollar Days.\u201d)<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook up here, I\u2019m in heaven.\u201d (\u201cLazarus.\u201d)<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere the fuck did <span data-term=\"goog_1120367950\">Monday<\/span> go?\u201d (\u201cGirl Loves Me.\u201d)<\/p>\n<p>It was hard to turn around this morning without reading, or hearing about, Bowie\u2019s death yesterday (<span data-term=\"goog_1120367951\">Sunday<\/span>). It followed a long negotiation with cancer, but because no one, outside of his intimates, knew, it came as a shock. Many of us had been woken up, in the wee hours, by a <em>New York Times<\/em> cell-phone alert. This was somehow fitting, half-sleep being as good a place as any to process the news. Since then, our Twitter and Facebook feeds have become ticker tapes dedicated, almost exclusively, to his memory. For thirty years now (I\u2019m forty-three), I\u2019ve known what Bowie\u2019s meant to me. What I did not know, until this morning, is that he meant that much, or more, to everyone. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI never wanted to be a rock star,\u201d said Bowie. This was at the height of his fame, in 1974; two of his greatest albums, <em>Hunky Dory<\/em>\u00a0and <em>The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars<\/em>\u00a0were a few years behind him. The Berlin Trilogy\u2014<em>Low<\/em>, <em>Heroes<\/em>, and <em>Lodger<\/em>\u2014was a few years ahead. But Bowie had been plugging away for a decade already. He\u2019d recorded his <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=KNNfqh-iJXs\">first single<\/a>, \u201cLiza Jane,\u201d in 1964, and toiled in near-total obscurity until the early seventies. (Though it was recorded in time for the 1969 moon landing, \u201cSpace Oddity\u201d took several years to shed novelty status, and a few more to hit the number-one\u00a0slot, which it finally did in 1975.) In the meanwhile, he mimed and he acted, shedding personas one after the other; a habit he never quite lost.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m a person of diverse interests,\u201d Bowie <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=P8TnXRBkYt8\">told Dick Cavett<\/a>, also in 1974. \u201cI glit from one thing to another, a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He never stopped glitting. Bowie was ever open to collaboration; discovery was his comfort zone. \u201cBy the time I got to New York \/ I was living like a king,\u201d he sings on the new album. And yet, I remember turning around, at a Mission of Burma reunion show at the Bowery Ballroom, and seeing Bowie, alone, standing in the shadows, soaking the music in, slipping away before the last song. Friends in the city were always seeing him at shows\u2014he might have been secretive, but Bowie was so distinctive, and so beautiful, he wasn\u2019t easy to miss\u2014and not at all the ones you\u2019d have expected him to attend. It\u2019s not a coincidence that, up to the moment of his passing, Bowie never stopped making interesting music or lost his relevance.<\/p>\n<p>Bowie\u2019s weird and, apparently, thrilling theater piece, <em>Lazarus<\/em>, is currently playing the New York City Theater. I haven\u2019t seen it (as you\u2019d expect, tickets are rather hard to come by), but from what I\u2019ve heard it, too, is a sort of farewell. As with <em>Blackstar<\/em>, we didn\u2019t quite understand this. But then, we\u2019ve always been a few years behind Bowie. \u201cWho knew?\u201d Chris O\u2019Leary asked me this morning, when I e-mailed him my condolences. After Bowie, and Bowie\u2019s family, O\u2019Leary was the first person I thought of; a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Rebel-Chris-OLeary\/dp\/1780992440\">writer<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/bowiesongs.wordpress.com\/\">blogger<\/a> who\u2019d devoted years of his life to Bowie, and become something other, maybe more than, a biographer.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bowie knew. \u201cThe past three years, he\u2019s been planning for death like a Roman,\u201d O\u2019Leary told me. \u201cWhat a last gesture.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/us.macmillan.com\/author\/alexabramovich\" target=\"_blank\">Alex Abramovich<\/a> lives in New York.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Two days ago, Ben Greenman got a post up on The\u00a0New Yorker\u2019s Web site: THE BEAUTIFUL MEANINGLESSNESS OF DAVID BOWIE, the headline read. \u201cHis new album, Blackstar, embraces nonsense, and that makes it prime Bowie.\u201d That was on Saturday. This morning, the meaning snapped into place like a bear trap: released on Friday\u2014Bowie\u2019s sixty-ninth\u00a0birthday\u2014Blackstar is [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":920,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[20730,20731,2911,1448,20537,20735,20732,20734,20736,15613,6025,14881,20733],"class_list":["post-93362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-in-memoriam","tag-blackstar","tag-chris-oleary","tag-david-bowie","tag-dick-cavett","tag-in-memoriam","tag-lazarus","tag-lodger","tag-low","tag-mission-of-burma","tag-musicians","tag-obituary","tag-songwriting","tag-ziggy-stardust"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO Premium plugin v25.4 (Yoast SEO v25.4) - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Queen Bitch: Alex Abramovich on David 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