Recently, what was eating away at my soul like h.pylori in the stomach was the long “radio” silence of one Mr. David Bowie. Now, you know, he’s the father of a young daughter, and had some heart trouble a while back, but apart from some very occasional cameos here and there we haven’t heard or seen all that much of him in the last half-decade. As Brock Sampson says, “It’s quiet ... too quiet.”
Now he’s perfectly entitled to a break (or even permanent retirement) if he wants, but it would be nice if he’d just say something definitive. Bowienet is a dead man walking, with seemingly no further involvement from The Man since about 2005. Eternal rumours of him turning up at Coachella or Glastonbury or some such are either shot down or proven false. I’ve not even seen any news of him doing movie roles, and you know how much he likes doing that. There were also some rather worrying photos of him in years past where he looked distinctly unhealthy -- if it is possible for a man who was unnaturally thin and beautiful his whole life to do so -- ironically looking rather the opposite of modern-day Steve Jobs. Again, Bowie can throw out his girdle and gain a few pounds if he wants to, he’s earned it, and he can finally begin aging like the rest of us and that’s fine too. But there’s a difference between old and healthy and old and unhealthy.
So, finally, I turned to the Magic Mirror that is the internet and tried to find something, anything, that proved The Frail White Duke alive and well in 2009. This would probably have ended in frustration if not for the good luck of his son, Duncan Jones, in having a art-house/sci-fi/cult hit with his first full-length feature Moon. Nothing to get your pop out of the study like winning a prize at a major film fest or three, eh wot?
So behold, a photo of Mr and Mrs Iman at the Tribeca Film Fest in New York, this past April 30th. It's one of the most recent I could find, and yes, it does look like he’s morphing into Christopher Walken, and yes that’s a bit creepy, but you know what? He looks pretty good to me. I’d still kiss him.
(Picture of Bowie with Duncan Jones further down, keep scrolling)
So, a collective “whew” from RadioChas and a renewal of the patience needed to wait till his next record. Let’s just hope he doesn’t go all Lene Lovich on us, we’re no spring chickens ourselves these days ...
(ps. Duncan clearly has his dad’s nose, teeth and chin, don’t you think?)