The comedian Frankie Boyle was working at a mental health hospital when he first connected with one of Bowie’s songs. From then on,portion of the pleasure of listening was to work out their storiesIn my early 20s, there was a period when all I owned was approximately a dozen CDs and a crappy Discman. I’d listen to The Man Who Sold The World Album endlessly as I sat on off-peak trains jerking around the Sussex countryside to and from the asylum I worked in.
I loved the idea of Bowie as an artist, or with his Burroughsian prick-up technique,creating these undecipherable, abstract songs, or where we all projected our own meanings onto his jarring word choices and unexpected chord changes.
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Source: theguardian.com