Rock Dreams
I trust Bowie, the way I trust Stevie or Miles or Aretha or Duke or Bach or Debussy or Ornette or Rahsaan or the recently departed Paul Bley.
Before Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground, before Iggy Pop, before the New York Dolls, David Bowie was my personal post-’60s music inamorata.
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