Oh You Pretty Thing
By: Michael Watts Melody Maker
.....Even though he wasn't wearing silken gowns right out of Liberty's, and his long blond hair
no longer fell wavily past his shoulders David Bowie was looking yummy.
.....He'd slipped into an elegant - patterned type of combat suit, very tight around the legs, with the
shirt unbuttoned to reveal a full expanse of white torso. The trousers were turned up at the calves to allow a
better glimpse of a huge pair of red plastic shoes; and the hair was Vidal Sassooned into such impeccable
shape that one held one's breath in case the slight breeze from the open window dared to ruffle it. I
wish you could have been there to varda him; he was so super.
.....David uses words like "verda" and "super" quite a lot. He's gay, he says.
Mmmmmmmm. A few months back, when he played Hampstedt's Country Club, a small greasy club
in north London which has seen all sorts of exciting occasions, about half the gay population of the city
turned up to see him in his massive floppy velvet hat, which he twirled around at the end of each
.....According to Stuart Lyon, the club's manager, a little gay brother sat right up close to the stage
throughout the whole evening, absolutely spellbound with admiration.
.....As it happens, David doesn't have much time for Gay Liberation, however. That's a
particular movement he doesn't want to lead. He despise all these tribal qualifications. Flower Power
he enjoyed, but it's individuality that he's really trying to preserve. The paradox is that he still
has what he describes as "a good relationship" with his wife. And his baby son, Zowie. He
supposes he's what people call bisexual.
.....They call David a lot of things. In the states he's been referred to as the English Bob Dylan and an
avant garde outrage, all rolled up together. The New York Times talks of his "coherent and brilliant
vision." They like him a lot there. Back home in the very stiff upper lip UK, where people are
outraged by Alice Cooper even, there ain't too many who have picked up on him. His last but one
album "The Man Who Sold The World," cleared 50.000 copies in the States; here it sold about
five copies, and Bowie bought them.
.....Yes, but before this year is out all those of you who puked up on Alice are going to be focusing your
passions on Mr. Bowie, and those who know where it's at will be thrilling to a voice that seemingly
undergoes brilliant metamorphosis from song to song, a songwriting ability that will enslave the heart, and
a sense of theatrics that will make the ablest thespians gnaw on their sticks of eyeliner in envy. All this and
an amazingly accomplished band, featuring super-lead guitarist Mick Ronson, that can smack you round
the skull with their heaviness and soothe the savage breasts with their delicacy. Oh, to be young again.
.....The reason is Bowie's new album "Hunky Dory," which combines a gift for
irresistible melody lines with lyrics that work on several levels - as straight forward narrative, philosophy
or allegory, depending how deep you wish to plumb the depths. He has a knack of suffusing strong, simple
pop melodies with words and arrangements full of mystery and darkling hints.
.....Thus "Oh! You Pretty Things," the Peter Noone hit, is one strata, particularly the chorus,
about the feelings of a father-to-be; on a deeper level it concerns Bowie's belief in a superhuman race
- homo superior - to which he refers obliquely: "I think about a world to come/where the books were
found by The Golden Ones/Written in pain, written in awe/by a puzzled man who questioned what we
were here for/Oh, The Strangers came today, and it looks though they're here to stay." The idea
of Peter Noone singing such a heavy number fills me with considerable amusement. That's truly
outrageous, as David says himself.
.....But then Bowie has an instinct for incongruities. On "The Man Who Sold The World"
album there's a bit at the end of "Black Country Rock" where he superbly parodies his
friend Marc Bolan's vibrato warbings. On "Hunky Dory" he devotes a track called
"Queen Bitch" to the Velvets wherein he takes off to a tee the Lou Reed vocal and
arrangement, as well as parodying, with a storyline about the singer's boyfriend being seduced by
another queen, the whole Velvet Underground genre.
.....Then again, at various times on his albums he resorts to a very broad Cockney accent, as on
"Saviour Machine" ("The Man Who Sold The World") and here with ("The
Bewlay Brothers." He says he copped it off Tony Newly. because he was mad about "Stop The
World" and "Gurney Slade": "He used to make his points with this broad Cockney
accent and I decided that I'd use that now and again to drive a point home."
.....The fact that Bowie has an acute ear for parody doubtless stems from an innate sense of theatre, He says
he's more an actor and entertainer than musician; that he may in fact, only be an actor and nothing
else: "Inside this invincible frame there might be an invisible man." You kidding? "Not
at all. I'm not particularly taken with life. I'd probably be very good as just an astral
Bowie is talking in an office at Gem Music, from where his management operates. A tape machine is
playing his next album, "The Rise And Fall of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars,"
which is about this fictitious pop group. The music has got a very hard edged sound, like "The Man
Who Sold The World." They're releasing it shortly, even though "Hunky Dory" has
only just come out.
.....Everyone just knows that David is going to be a lollapalooza of a superstar throughout the entire world
this year, David more than most. His songs are always ten years ahead of their time, he says, but this year
he has anticipated the trends: "I'm going to be huge, and it's quite frightening in a
way." he says, his big red boots stabbing the air in time to the music. "Because I know that
when I reach my peak and it's time for me to be brought down it will be with a bump."
.....The man who's sold the world this prediction has had a winner before of course. Remember
"Space Oddity." which chronicled Major Tom's dilemma, aside from boosting the sales
of the stylophone? That was a top ten hit in 1968, but since then Bowie has hardly performed at all in
public. He appeared for a while at an arts lab, he co-founded in Beckenham, Kent, where he lives, but
when he realized that people were going there on a Friday night to see Bowie the hit singer working out,
rather than for any idea of experimental art, he seems to have become disillusioned. That project
foundered, and he wasn't up to going out on one-nighters throughout the country at that particular
.....So in the past three years he has devoted his time to the production of three albums "David Bowie
1969" (which contains "Space Oddity") and "The Man Who Sold The
World" for Philips, and "Hunky Dory" for RCA. His first album, "Love You Till
Tuesday," was released in 1968 on the new Deram label but it didn't sell outstandingly, and
Decca, it seems, lost interest in him.
.....It all began for him, though, when he was 15 and his brother gave him a copy to play an instrument he
took up sax because that was the main instrument featured in the book (Gerry Mulligan, right?) So in 1963
he was playing tenor in a London R and B band before going on t found a semi-pro progressive blues
group, called David Jones and The Lower Third (later changing his name in 1966 when Davy Jones of The
Monkeys became famous). He left this band in 1967 and became a performer in the folk clubs.
.....Since he was 14, however, he had been interested in Buddhism and Tibet, and after the failure of his
first LP he dropped out of music completely and devoted his time to the Tibet Society, whose aim was to
help the lamas driven out of that country in the Tibetan/Chinese war. He was instrumental in setting up the
Scottish monastery in Dumfries in this period. He says, in fact, that he would have liked to have been a
Tibetan monk, and would have done if he hadn't met Lindsay Kemp, who ran a mime company in
London: "It was as magical as Buddhism, and I completely sold out and became a city creature. I
suppose that's when my interest in image really blossomed."
David's present image is to come on like a swishy queen, a gorgeously effeminate boy. He's as
camp as a row of tents, with his limp hand and trolling vocabulary. "I'm gay," he
say's, "and always have been, even when I was David Jones." But there's a sly
jollity about how he says it, a secret smile at the corners of his mouth. He knows that in these times
it's permissible to act like a male tart, and that to shock and outrage, which pop has always striven to
do throughout it's history, is a ballsbreaking process.
.....And if he's not an outrage, he is, at the least, an amusement. The expression of his sexual
ambivalence establishes a fascinating game: is he, or isn't he? In a period of conflicting sexual
identity he shrewdly exploits the confusion surrounding the male and female roles. "Why aren't
you wearing your girl's dress today?" I said to him ( he has no monopoly on t o u n g e-in-
cheek humor). "Oh dear," he replied, "You must understand that it's not a
woman's. It's a man's dress."
.....He began wearing dresses, of whatever gender, two years ago, but he says he had done outrageous
things before that were just not accepted by society. It's just so happened, he remarks, that in the past
two years people have loosend up to the fact that there are bisexuals in the world - "and - horrible
fact - homosexuals." He smiles, enjoying his piece of addenda.
....."The important fact is that I don't have to drag up. I want to go on like this for long after the
fashion has finished. I'm just a cosmic yob, I suppose. I've always worn my own style of
clothes. I design them. I designed this." He broke off to indicate with his arm what he was wearing.
"I just don't like the clothes that you buy in shops. I don't wear dresses all the time,
rather. I change every day. I'm not outrageous. I'm David Bowie
.....How does dear Alice go down with him, I asked, and he shook his head disdainfully: "Not at all. I
bought his first album, but it didn't excite me or shock me. I think he's trying to be outrageous.
You can see him, poor dear, with his red eyes sticking out and his temples straining. He tries so hard. That
bit he does with the boa constrictor, a friend of mine, Rudy Valentino, was doing ages before. The next
thing I see is Miss C. With her boa. I find him very demeaning. It's very premeditated, but quite
fitting with our era. He's probably more successful then I am at present, but I've invented a new
category of artist, with my chiffon and raff. They call it pantomime rock in the States."
.....Despite his flouncing, however, it would be sadly amiss to think of David merely as a kind of glorious
drag act. An image, once strained and stretched unnaturally, will ultimately diminish an artist. And Bowie
is just that. He forsees this potential dilemma, too, when he says he doesn't want to emphasis his
external self much more. He has enough image. This year he is devoting most of his time to stage work and
records. As he says, that's what counts at the death. He will stand or fall on his music.
.....As a songwriter he doesn't strike me as an intellectual, as he does some. Rather, his ability to
express a theme from all aspects seems intuitive. His songs are less carefully structured thoughts than the
outpourings of the unconscious. He says he rarely tries to communicate to himself, to think an idea
....."If I see a star and it's red I wouldn't try to say why it's red. I would think how
shall I best describe to X that that star is such a colour. I don't question much; I just relate. I see my
answers in other people's writings. My own work can be compared to talking to a psychoanalyst. My
act is my couch."
.....It's because his music is rooted in this lack of consciousness that he admires Syd Barrett so much.
He believes that Syd's freewheeling approach to lyrics opened the gates for him; both of them, he
thinks, are the creation of their own songs. And if Barrett made that initial breakthrough, it's Lou
Reed and Iggy Pop who have since kept him going and helped him to expand his unconsciousness. He and
Lou and Iggy, he says, are going to take over the whole world. They're the songwriters he
.....His other great inspiration is mythology. He has a great need to believe in the legends of the past,
particularly those of Atlantis; and for the same need he has crafted a myth of the future, a belief in an
imminent race of supermen called homo superior. It's his only glimpse of hope, he says - "all
the things that we can't do they will."
.....It's belief created out of resignation with the way society in general has moved. He's not
very hopeful about the future of the world. A year ago he was saying that he gave mankind another 40
years." A track on his next album, outlining his conviction, is called "Five Years."
He's a fatalist, as you can see.
....."Oh! You Pretty Things," that breezy Herman song, links this fatalistic attitude with the
glimmer of hope that he sees in a birth of his son, a sort of poetic equation of homo superior. "I
think," he says, "that we have created a child who will be so exposed to the media that he will
be lost to his parents by the time he is 12."
.....That's exactly the sort technological vision that Stanley Kubriks foresees for the near future in
"A Clockwork Orange." Strong stuff. And a long, long way away from camp carry-ons.
.....Don't dismiss David Bowie as a serious musician just because he likes to put us all on a little.
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