Golden Years

WAH WAH WAH

D’ya know what else was born on my birthday, January 23rd?

David Bowie’s funky album “Station To Station” was released fifty years ago today.

I was nineteen years old when this album came out, and if I remember correctly . . . which is not guaranteed . . . I saw the live concert at the Veteran’s Memorial Coliseum in Phoenix, Arizona, with David Bowie self-cast in his role as “The Thin White Duke.”

As a young American in the 1970s, I had once kind of wanted to be David Bowie, especially “the thin white duke throwing darts in lovers’ eyes.” I wonder now, especially now that he’s dead and gone, if David Bowie had ever wanted to be me . . . probably not.

I think I need a little funk before I go to bed tonight on my sixty-ninth birthday having started it out this morning with some heavy stuff that was rummaging around in my head . . . or maybe it was in my heart. All I know is that it was somewhere inside me and just had to come out, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I meant every word of what I wrote this morning . . . but enough with that. It kind of makes me feel old . . . and I’m not old.

I’m in my golden years . . .

WAH! WAH! WAH!