2017: Panic In Detroit
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On the left is how I looked in 2011, six years ago (I was an idiot back then), and on the right is how I now look (why so serious?). Older than what I long regarded as old (but I feel just like I did when I was 20 for some reason). I'm pretty sure my skin colour hasn't changed, I guess lighting and camera response can make that much of a difference. I don't have any hair now - it was annoying me while swimming, so I shaved it all off. Then my head felt exposed (especially in the wind), so I had to wear something instead of hair, but what? | ||||
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Looking to my hero for inspiration, I remembered this image of David Bowie (which I first saw at Chris O'Leary's blog here): | ||||
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And I liked the look. At the time (not looking closely), I thought that was a beret, so I decided to wear a beret in lieu of hair. A black beret. I went to a hat shop looking for one and found they didn't have any berets, so I got the next-best thing and wore it back-to-front. Most people think it's a beret, so it does the job. Bowie looks so content in that shot, and I'm quite content myself. | ||||
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Maybe the novelty will wear off eventually, but for now that thing is glued to my dome. If I take it off at this point, people might not recognise me! Most people (including those who stop me in the street to say 'I like your hat') seem to like it, or are polite enough to say they do. Someone said I look like a Russian, which I sometimes get anyway for being a Eurasian. But no-one thinks I look like Che Guevara, so I fail at that, I'm still the wannabe, and this is my "Panic In Detroit" look. | ||||
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What I like best is that it didn't stop SCU Sydney from putting me on their facebook page (so it can't be too bad?) or from putting me in front of 175 students: | ||||
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| . . . yeah, I work there now. I wonder - now that I wear a black almost-beret, am I more like black hat: | ||||
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If I'm a cross between the two, at least my plan for world domination will be hilariously-innocuous****. EDITS (inspired by commentary from friends): I've realised that I almost make it look as though the crowning achievement of my year is the hat. Of course it isn't really (more like enjoying my work more than usual is), but I guess it's kind of symbolic. For a variety of reasons, I do feel "back in black". Additionally, I like how wearing this the wrong way seems to work out, like all the wrong ways I do everything. A metaphor for my life, really. A little like Leonard in Memento. He does everything so wrong, but somehow things work out for him. One commenter suggests "Where Did You Get That Hat?" as a hat-themed song. There's also Joe Cocker's "You Can Leave Your Hat On", but no-one wants to see me do a striptease here. In other news, I might have finally decided what my favourite Bowie songs are. It depends on how many I'm allowed to choose. If just one favourite, it's "The Dreamers" ('hours . . .'; Omikron: The Nomad Soul longer version). |
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If I'm allowed to pick ten, they are (in chronological order):
If I'm allowed to pick thirty, they are (in chronological order):
My favourite album is Station To Station. My favourite ten albums are***:
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**I was going to show this comic but thought better of it. Why do I care about keeping it clean here? Isn't this my website where I can do whatever I want? ***can't I just enjoy stuff without making these stupid lists? No, absolutely not. As these other lists amply demonstrate. ****comics from xkcd 2016: Blackstar
![]() It wasn't so long ago that I didn't listen to any music by vocal artists. But my favourite movie, Memento, features a David Bowie song at the end, "Something In The Air". That is exactly the sort of song to hook one to an artist, because it's amazing. Soon after that, "Station To Station" blew my mind. So I became a David Bowie fan - he is the first, and possibly only, vocal artist I will ever know well. The problem with vocal music, and a large part of why I did not listen to it, is that the music must bend to fit the lyrics. And if music truly means without words, much of its potential to move is lost. But what if a vocal artist had the skill to write lyrics flexible enough to leave the music as unbent as possible? If that artist could bend the lyrics to fit the music instead? I've decided that this is the strength of Bowie's abstract lyrics: that he is not constrained to literal exposition - and there are further possibilities allowed by this approach. Goodbye David Bowie - heroic artistry, right to the very end. I'm not a musician, but if there is anyone I wish I could be like, it's you - it's the spirit of what you did. I'm your dreamer. Perhaps even your blackstar, in my own way. EDITed to add: I later figured out what my favourite Bowie songs are - look above, or below, depending on how these posts are organised. 2015: Untitled No. 1
For the first time in a long time he was not perpetually hungry, and he felt as if he was coming out of a fog or a dream, waking up more each day.
Of course now he was a slave, but he wouldn't always be one.
Something would happen.
![]() So here I am, in this new place. Maybe later I'll explain the etymology of this domain name. EDIT: Returning to write this up more completely in 2018. Above is what I said back then, essentially a token post to check that the mic on this place was working. Returning to consider what song would work with my 2015, "Untitled No. 1" (The Buddha Of Suburbia) is a prosaic choice in a way - I'd just established this personal site, and as all new things do, it started as an uncarved block, an Untitled No. 1. But of course, starting this place wasn't the achievement of my 2015. It was one of many indications of things starting to fall together, as I imagine the elements of this wonderful, swirling river of a song might have done. But while I won't get into specifics (which is the style of this place - I learned from the master), this was also a difficult year ('Please heal these tears'). I suspect that most normal people would find the kind of solitude in which I endured the worst of my 2015 really awful. But perversely, I don't know how I would have coped if I hadn't been on my own at the time. I needed the solitude, to reflect on what I'd just been through, to rebuild and start to dream ('maybe I'll live my lies alone'). So I was coming out of a difficult experience, but this was a beginning of sorts. Anyway, new website? Cool. I can say anything. Does it have to make sense? Not really, as long as it sounds cool. Great. So 'Shimi Kapoor'. Other songs I considered for my 2015: "Sound And Vision" (Low), "Survive" ('hours . . . ') Later (2018: D.J.) |