Inside of physicist Dave, behind skiing Dave, squished under happy Dave, there lies just a tiny bit of music Dave. Today I did something I haven’t done in too long a time—I picked up my guitar and played a few songs. OK, I have no talent! I’m blonde: whateeever!
Strumming my guitar on a warm Southern California evening put me in mood nostalgic for similar days spent in the summer of 96 sitting in front of the house at 270 Holliston. Which in turn reminded me of the man who sold the world.
We passed upon the stair
we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land
for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
at all the millions here
We must have died along
a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
–David Bowie
Interesting… I played the very same David Bowie song today while driving to this superselection workshop on the car stereo but the weather was so different [rainy.foggy.cloudy]. I did not feel nostalgic, I just had a sense of loss.