David Bowie
David Bowie
David Robert Jones, better known by his stage name David Bowie, was an English singer, songwriter and actor. He was a figure in popular music for over five decades, regarded by critics and musicians as an innovator, particularly for his work in the 1970s. His career was marked by reinvention and visual presentation, his music and stagecraft significantly influencing popular music. During his lifetime, his record sales, estimated at 140 million worldwide, made him one of the world's best-selling music...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth8 January 1947
CityLondon, England
Pixies and Sonic Youth were so important to the eighties.
I think that we have created a new kind of person in a way. We have created a child who will be so exposed to the media that he will be lost to his parents by the time he is 12.
It's not the side effects of the cocaine. . . . I'm thinking that it must be love.
Would you carry a razor, in case, just in case of depression?
That's the shock: All cliches are true. The years really do speed by. Life really is as short as they tell you it is. And there really is a God - so do I buy that one? If all the other cliches are true... Hell, don't pose me that one.
I made a more mature approach to industrial music.
They [people] mistake fashion for style.
Lou Reed is the most important definitive writer in modern rock. Not because of the stuff that he does, but the direction that he will take it.
In your fear, seek only peace. In your fear, seek only love.
All art is unstable. Its meaning is not necessarily that implied by the author. There is no authoritative voice. There are only multiple readings.
I haven't changed my views much since I was about 12, really, I've just got a 12-year-old mentality.When I was in school I had a brother who was into Kerouac and he gave me On The Road to read when I was 12 years old. That's still been a big influence.
I met my wife because we were both going out with the same guy.
The only real failure is trying to second-guess the taste of an audience. Nothing comes out of that except a kind of inward humiliation.