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Wild is the Wind

January 15, 2016

I’m still surprised at how sad I was to hear of David Bowie’s death, though I’ll spare you my own memories of discovering his music as a melancholy teenage misfit, as you’ve heard it all a billion times since Monday. I can’t resist pointing out, proudly, that he was from South London  (you can still hear the sarf lunnen twang in the way he pronounces Major Tom) and I’m also going to post this link to my favouritist favourite of his many songs, Wild is the Wind. It seems so much more direct than most of his lyrics, until you realise he could either be singing about the beginning of a relationship, or its bitter end. Brought up in Beckenham, and yet enigmatic to the last, farewell to the emperor of the oxymorons.

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  • Addy January 15, 2016 at 3:09 pm

    I was quite surprised at the level of publicity his death generated. He was roughly my age and I grew up with his innovative style and music, but have never known such outpourings of grief even when two of the Beatles died. Beckenham High Street is awash with bouquets, candles and messages outside the pub where he used to play.

    • Dulwich Divorcee January 25, 2016 at 2:53 pm

      Gosh I must get down to Beckenham and have a look! Sounds a bit like the Diana outpourings which I never saw as I was very preggers at the time and couldn’t face the crowds or the wailing! I have been listening to his music a lot though and do mourn a good south London boy x