Illinois: “You know that’s a greatest hits album right?”
Me: “Yes”
Illinois: “I thought you wanted to start completing your collection and buy the original releases”
Me: “Well this one is only $4.99 and has hits and look at the cover!”
Illinois: <sigh>
SIDE A
- Space Oddity (5:15)
- John, I’m Only Dancing (2:43)
- Changes (3:34)
- Ziggy Stardust (3:13)
- Suffragette City (3:25)
- The Jean Genie (4:07)
SIDE B
- Diamond Dogs (6:03)
- Rebel Rebel (4:28)
- Young Americans (5:10)
- Fame (4:12)
- Golden Years (4:03)
I am a Bowie fan. But I do not own all of his albums. The earlier written conflict with my mom over his music has very deep seeded roots. As a teenager I struggled with my Christian faith and upbringing. There were times in my life when I denounced all things counter to Christ’s teachings. This would have included anything close to sexual deviation or gender bending. So at times Bowie was OUT! Which meant I didn’t play what albums I owned. Thankfully I didn’t throw them out. I was subjected to some pretty serious soul cleansings at prayer meetings, private schools, and youth group camps as a teenager. To my mom the world was a pretty scary place and she constantly feared for my safety. Encouraging my faith building was her insurance that I would be ok.
At 18, I freed myself from the bindings of Christ. My break with the faith began the process of releasing my guilt and shame. I pursued the music I liked. I read the books I wanted to read. I bought tarot cards and read all about astrology. I was also a college student and began learning all about the real world. So much different from the sheltered world I was familiar with in my hometown. It was a world I knew was out there all along, I just couldn’t get to it.
So, I still do not own all of Bowie’s albums. But now it’s because I just haven’t gotten around to it.