015 – David Live by David Bowie

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So Bowie Week got thrown off by really unfortunate circumstances, but we’ll finish it off strong today with my review of David Bowie’s first live album, David Live. Released in 1974, the various tracks were recorded at the Tower Theater in a Philadelphia suburb. Blackstar showed us a David Bowie transitioning into the final stage of his life, while Labyrinth showed us David Bowie the actor – a designation that necessitates transition. Interestingly, David Live chronicles a different kind of transformation for the artist, as he moved from one style of music to another. But how does that affect the product as a whole?

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013 – Labyrinth (1986)

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Hashtag Bowie Week continues unabated today with my thoughts on Jim Henson’s 1986 film Labyrinth, starring David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly. I briefly considered taking a break last night to watch and review President Obama’s State of the Union address, before I realized that napping would be a more promising endeavor. I could think of no better future than the one in which I woke up from said slumber to a world of magical puppets and a freaky-deaky musician whose raw sexuality could not even be contained by what is ostensibly a family fantasy/adventure movie.

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012 – Blackstar by David Bowie

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My impromptu and ill-prepared Bowie Week kicks off in earnest today with this review of David Bowie‘s final album, Blackstar. It’s probably clear from my reviews of movies that I don’t have much applicable awareness of film theory. Well the bad news is that my music knowledge is equal to my cinema knowledge divided by… infinity. The good news is that I am a human being with emotions that allow for a visceral reaction to various forms of media. And really, what is a review besides a summation of such a response? And David Bowie’s moody, intense, and heartfelt last statement elicits just that.

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011 – David Bowie (1947-2016)

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I found out David Bowie died at 10:52 pm last night. In a group message I received the following: “Guys David Bowie died.” It was a weird punch in the gut. Several people in the thread started making jokes, and usually I would join in on such antics immediately, but i couldn’t. I was oddly shattered, and I don’t really know why. I had actually purchased Bowie’s new album earlier in the day with the intention of reviewing Blackstar later this week. At the time I had no idea that the musician had been battling cancer and not even an inkling that he might be dead by the time I went to bed. But here we are.

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