Dad
Yes! His Dad is a genius... and, for better or worse, Duncan's building a lot of these films off of his Dad's old metaphors. FWIW, Bowie has never been genuinely interested in sci-fi... it's all about the metaphor of the outsider / the outcast / someone looking at earth and humans from a detached perspective. There was actually a smart interview with Duncan about
Moon where the interviewer asked him why he made a movie about "Space Oddity" (which was based on a movie to begin with)..... He had no good answer other than to say that he was raised surrounded with that kind of imagery.
Some of those old Mick Rock photos are so beautiful. This is another one. The Ziggy project was very serious. There's a lot of interesting history to the costume... some related to Japanese theatre and some related to an underground gay culture in London (both the Japanese and the London related to androgyny). The haircut came from the underground gay scene in London as a reaction to hippie trends re: long hair. It's also about identity - persona on top of persona... the key is to understand that Bowie is a persona for David Robert Jones. Nothing he ever does as "Bowie" can be considered completely real - including interviews.
Anyway, about Angie...
I love how in the article John posted, Angie blames a 14 year old for rejecting her. That just seems harsh and unrealistic (when it comes to expectations regarding 14 year olds). Also, as far as I understand, Bowie had a restraining order against Angie for a long time - so that may have a lot to do with that circumstance.
I feel bad for Angie in a lot of ways... but, she is her own worst enemy in a lot of ways.
Angie
(Jagger-Richards, 1973)
Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried
Angie, You're beautiful
But ain't it time we said goodbye
Angie, I still love you
Remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
Angie, don't you weep
All your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain't it time we said goodbye?
With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Ain't it...
Ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried
"Drive in Saturday"
(Bowie, '73 - from
Aladdin Sane... the same album where he covers the Stones "Let's Spend the Night Together" <- which by the way, he dedicated to Mick live on stage at the final Ziggy concert in 73)
Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face awayShe's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the raversIt's a Drive-in Saturday"
This song, is widely interpreted to be about people in some strange futuristic society who have forgotten about romance, learning how to have sex again (though there are clearly lots of ways to interpret it). They read books, and watch video tapes of Mick Jagger! And the woman referenced in the part I put in bold is often interpreted to be Angie (and her famous rejection of Mick). It's also a not-so subtle reference to his own affair with Mick. "Buddy" was apparently Mick's hotel pseudonym for a while.
In more recent years, Angie has tried to use her knowledge of this affair to embarass David and/or Mick... but, what I think she doesn't understand (and she should) is that neither one of them deny it... and I think they both think it's a major score. I think it's very easy to see them as groupies for one another... and Bowie even chose his stage name in the beginning based on Jagger's last name.
*Also as a complete side note... the second line that I put in bold about the "ravers" is believed to be the source for our modern-day concept of "rave" parties. T.Rex also used this word -"rave"- in lyrics from this same glam era... so it could be a combo of influences from Bowie and T.Rex.