"Ashes to Ashes" was on some satellite radio station in my new vehicle the other day. I hadn't heard it in years. I remembered it seeming all such a mysterious world, back in the day, this place that person was representing, singing from/in, w/e. Confusing but daring in a way that I knew was making spaces bigger for lots of too-cramped outlier weirdos in the world.
And that was catchy sometimes too.
Tierza thought it heroic like the Berlin wall lovers of "Heroes" to transgress by sleeping with women, and that was catchy, too.
From Young Americans:
Those were some musicians he was working with there, weren't they. Feel that drummer waiting until the last possible moment of the beat, making it fat fat fat languorous full. And a saxophone as breathy as those breathy sexy soulful words.