David Bowie's camping in my ears and I love it.
I remember my fixation with the movie "Labyrinth" when I was about nine. In this movie David Bowie plays Jareth the Gobling King, and as much as I truly suffered with the story, I remember my fascination for everything in it;the dark light, J. Connelli's bright eyes, Bowie's crystal ball, but above all, I was mesmerized by Bowie's character. No matter how evil he was, I was fascinated by him, and I wished he were meaner, because the meaner he was, the more intriguing he turned, and the more I liked him.
Anyway, I grew up and stopped thinking about the Gobling King, and then, I was into music, so he reappeared in my life, but as every band or musician in my life, he's there, but in a CD case or a hard drive. And as usual, I need to go back to the good ones, the real ones, and now, all I can listen to is "Low," the first of the "Berlin Trilogy" (1977), recorded in collaboration with Brian Eno, a record that's even more fascinating that the Gobbling King. This is a record where the bells come out of the speakers and ding by your side while a guitar sets the labyrinth lines, and meanwhile, your heart tunes up with the beat of the songs, specially in "weeping wall".
The textures that appear in "Low" are placed in such a way that the only word I find to describe them is perfect, just as perfect as the Gobling king's evilness. Because it recreates that same fascination I felt when I was nine years old; a true fantasy world that only great musicianship can achieve and deliver in reality.
