"In 9 hours and 23 minutes, you'll be mine."

Well, in my good 3-month absence of this blog, i've had quite the musical journey. As is always the story with me. You know how it is when you love music, you just keep looking and finding until your ipod/collection no longer feels stale.
Then, a week and half later, you're ravaging cyber space for music like a deaf woman(/man) with new ears.
Recently, it's been David Bowie (again). My love for David Bowie goes back to finding a copy of The Labyrinth covered in dust at my grandmother's house when i was about 6 years old. Afterwards, i went home and grew an obsession with my neighbor's mom who looked like "Jareth" (pre-David Bowie knowledge) and had that great 80's metal hair minus the spandex with visable package.
The many faces of David Bowie is more comforting than say, the many faces of Bob Dylan. Why? Of course, what music-lover couldn't adore Bob Dylan and his many eccentricities and his ability to weave a fucked up story in to a catchy song? But unlike Bob Dylan, it seems that David Bowie has been consistently strange in one type of character. It's as if his character shifts forms and David Bowie just flows with it. Bob Dylan, however, just changes his character completely. See "I'm Not There" to confirm this statement.
David Bowie just has that touch, that ability to make an impression on anyone. You either love him or you love to hate him. He's just that great.
David Bowie is the number one sexy man in my life... something that should make my boyfriend very uncomfortable. I think it probably makes my mother a little uncomfortable. Even my skullet-headed bestfriend, metal-god of drums who loves Bruce Dickinson and spandex and creepy men and theatrical rock-gods - thinks my lusty obesession for David Bowie is a bit strange. But really, who couldn't love a man who parades around in gray spandex snatching up babies to appease the woman he loves?
Who couldn't love a Goblin king who twirls magical balls full of dreams between his fingers long before Fushigi? Who couldn't have such a strong sexual desire for the original martian to this world? For Ziggy Stardust? For Major Tom? Who couldn't love a man who's package alone can hold the weight of an electric guitar?


With that, i offer you this:

Lightening Frightening (From The Man Who Sold The World)
and this
Oh! You Pretty Things! (From Hunky Dory)
and this
Ashes to Ashes (From Scary Monsters)