RepetitionBowie is a project Gianluca Maria Sorace started in 2001.
An internet site where italian fans could publish their Bowie covers.
Now, Midfinger Records is going to publish a cd containing his bands playing Bowie. A great tribute to a legend that in January 2007 is turning 60.
INTRODUCTION
by C.S.ROBERTS
TIME takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.
It's not easy to believe that David Bowie, probably the only living immortal, has seen six decades on this earth, which would be a mighty sight more drab and uninspiring without him.
It's not easy to believe he's recorded Five Years and Golden Years and Never Get Old and all the eternally young others. To many of us he is a hero, a dude, a poet, a prophet, a shifting ball of contradictions, a great singer, a great mover and strider. An icon who always eschewed the obvious, darting down the more challenging path. Chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature – and that's just the “Câ€s. As Major Tom, Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke, he initiated psychic jailbreaks, messed with minds, started fires. Always starting fires, even when ashes were indisputably ashes. Glam rock, plastic soul, art attacks. Jumping the silent cars, looking for a plane or two, a new dimension or three. Still he lingers; we don't forget.
“Some flamboyant front was very useful to me,†he told me once. “I was having a blast at first.†Did people once call him “Ziggy†face-to-face?
“ Sure. Well, not the band - to them I was, y'know, “Daveâ€. But everybody else did, yes. Everybody.†He added, “I would immerse myself. Transform into the thing I admired. Become it. Then move onto something else.â€
Whatever the genre, whatever the stakes, he's jumped in the river, holding hands. On numerous important occasions, he was the river.
“I always found myself quite sweet, and easy to work with,†he said, smoking, angular, talking, laughing, looking a lot like David Bowie. England was the muse, then America, then Germany, then the global village idiots and virtual seers. He said anything goes, before everything had gone. He took it all too far, but is now the only survivor.
We believe O Lord, we believe all the way.
Turn, and face the strange.
Brother.
