DAVID BOWIE: FROM DUST TO STAR

When David Robert Jones adopts the stage name "David Bowie", he does not receive great applause at first and some call him lacking in personality and out of tune.
It revolutionized music in the second half of the twentieth century. One of his concerts became part of the film "Boys from the Berlin Zoo" inspired by the book of the same name by Christiane F., emblem of a generation.
It's been five years since David Bowie passed away and why is he considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century? He had learned to play the saxophone when he was very young, and has gone down in history as a representative of glam rock, a musical genre in which the guitar meets theatricality: captivating music accompanied by stage presence and references to sexuality.
The saxophone was the symbol of the Beat Generation of the US West Coast, for David an emblem of freedom. Work experiences in a record store and also in an advertising agency as a junior visualizer and in high school musical groups are his beginnings. The passing of David Bowie marked the end of a musically unrepeatable journey. His work has had a huge impact not only on the music scene, but also on the social one, influencing the habits and customs of entire generations. With his numerous alter egos, among which Ziggy Stardust, Halloween Jack and The Thin White Duke stand out, he has given vent to his multifaceted talent, sometimes identifying himself to the point of not being able to divide reality from the fiction of his masks.
More than an innovator Bowie was an "initiator" able to grasp the spirit of the years he was living to convey it to his audience with unusual performances halfway between theater and music, often going beyond convention. A continuous daring that has led him to be a prominent figure in the queer environment, clearing androgyny in a macho society.In 1967 he released his first album with the same title David Bowie, which did not achieve the hoped-for success. Despite the disappointing debut, Bowie does not give up and decides to join the theater company of Linsday Kemp, mime and director, from which the artist learns notions of Kabuki and Noh theater, as well as gestures and a stage presence that will characterize each performance of the singer thereafter. The month spent in a Buddhist monastery in Scotland also contributes to the definition of his multifaceted identity, a period in which he considers fully embracing the precepts of Eastern doctrine and becoming a monk. However, the call of the stage prevails and Bowie returns even more determined to London where he composes the first hit, Space Oddity, achieving national recognition thanks to the decisive support of the BBC, which uses the song as a soundtrack during the live landing on the moon.
Bowie's true consecration came in the 1970s thanks to records of undisputed value such as The Man Who Sold The World and Hunky Dory and the creation in 1972 of his most famous alter ego, the androgynous alien Ziggy Stardust, who came down to Earth to save the world. planet from destruction. On February 10th Ziggy debuts in London conquering everyone thanks to his original style, a hint of what will quickly become his iconic image with the fiery red mullet, the marked makeup, the shaved eyebrows, the futuristic - and feminine - designed clothes for him by the stylist Kansai Yamamoto. Ziggy is the classic Pirandello mask in which Bowie identifies himself fully, allowing him to finally feel at ease on stage and to free his personality. Roxy Music and Marc Bolan had already cleared the gender bending, but Bowie with Ziggy managed to convey a delicacy different from the others, giving life to a character with feminine fragility. This series of elements helps to make it not only a musical icon, but also a reference for the stylists of the time.
Despite Ziggy's imperfections due to his nature as an experiment, it was precisely these that made him a bulky and transversely appreciated media figure, allowing many to live their sexuality freely and without dogma, in a country that was highly conservative at the time.

The avatar has become more important than Bowie could have imagined, absorbing him to the point of wishing for his death, which he staged on July 3, 1973 during a concert at the Hammersmith Odeon, performing the song My Death (English version of La Mort by Jacques Brel) and concluding the show with the interpretation of the iconic Rock'N'Roll Suicide.
The explosion of funk and soul music brings David Bowie to the United States, where he lives one of his most turbulent times. If from a musical point of view he collects great successes with Young Americans and Station to Station, what happens during the interval between the recordings of the two albums seriously undermines Bowie's sanity and life. He is passionate about the occult and the texts of Aleister Crowley, readings that compromise his health already destabilized by a diet based on peppers, milk and cocaine, which led him to the brink of anorexia. Bowie becomes addicted to cocaine for its stimulating effect that allows him not to sleep a wink for days and continue his research in the field of occultism, the main theme of the album Station to Station, but it triggers a sense of persecution that makes him easily susceptible. and can be influenced. In the song Cracked Actor, Bowie's mental fragility is evident, an almost alien behavior that convinces director Nicolas Roeg to entrust him with the role of Newton, the extraterrestrial protagonist of the film The Man Who Fell to Earth.
In this phase, his most controversial character comes to life, the Thin White Duke, who presents himself as a 1930s dancer, cold, austere, with his hair pulled back, an Aryan figure who approaches Bowie, due to some misunderstandings, to the Nazi ideals. The appearance of the White Duke is what he shows in The Man Who Fell to Earth and on the album covers of Station to Station and Low. His less flashy look compared to Ziggy and Halloween Jack mirrors the purging process that leads him to take off the shoes of another to expose himself firsthand. The evolution of his mask parallels Bowie's detoxification process, who leaves California and decides to return to Europe. 
Brian Eno proves to be a pivotal figure in Bowie's career, offering him creative support he never had before. In addition to unconventional solutions in the musical field, he introduces Bowie to the use of oblique strategies, a deck of cards, created by Eno himself, to solve problems thanks to lateral thinking. This approach gives new vigor and vitality to Bowie's sound, marking an intellectual rebirth of the singer who after years of drug addiction and paranoia manages to reinvent himself artistically, performing on stage only as Bowie, without wearing masks. It is no coincidence that the Berlin period, a symbol of resurrection, is the trait d’union that in 2013 marks the musical return of Bowie on the scene.
David Bowie was one of those characters you believe to be immortal, superior to all daily miseries, able to always travel new and unpredictable paths in rock as in cinema, in painting, in theater. Yet he died, as everyone does. It is difficult to imagine him suffering, broken up, enticed, helpless and passive. Perhaps his image as a global and unattainable rock star is so cumbersome that it is impossible to think of him dying, attacked and defeated by cancer at 69.

PLAYING MUSIC

Do you know why music is so important to some people? Music is not ready to Judge you for come dressed, for come you speak, for come you act, for me you are a hobby. the music is always there, close to you, prompt to cheer you up, prompt to let you vent, to make you cry when you really need it. it is the music that makes a person’s life better, not the singer, I know, that contributes enormously to all of this, but it is the only fact that it is the music that makes the person who listens feel alive.

Concerts have something magical about them. For days this idea has been floating in my mind, and the more time passes, the more it becomes a real conviction: there is really magic in listening to live music, something inevitably imperceptible through filters, barriers to radio, computer, cell phones or mp3s. I was there, with me a friend and thousands of other boys. Back to pieces, aching legs and muscles now destroyed by the interminable and, almost infinite, hours in a row, of spasmodic waiting. Exasperation and a sense of frustration to the stars, boredom, resignation, an imperfect mix of unhappy emotions, hovered in the sultry atmosphere; evening fell, impatience was added to the mismatched mix; then the music, that music, the voice of the long-awaited singer, pronounces the first words of the opening song. It is a moment. Here is the magic. The X ingredient that added to the mix takes it from imperfect to explosive, gasoline thrown on a dying bonfire. A thousand and more voices intone the notes of the song, a thousand and more exhausted boys, terrified by the wait, who jump, rant, reach out to grab as many emotions as possible, to fill the gaps with the memories of what will not be remembered as an evening equal to the others. It goes on for a couple of hours, between screams, tears, jumps. Then even the spell ends, the last note of the last song marks the end of the spell. Magic, like everything, ends, but it doesn’t break. The aching legs, the back to pieces, the stress of waiting are gone, the excitement, the goosebumps, the chills, a moment of happiness as long as the songs played remain.

My body and soul are accomplices of music. Always. Thanks to the vinyl collection of my parents, young people who lived and played a leading role in the global revolution of the 70s in Italy, in the years when composer’s music told the story and the feeling of that time. I remember how it was yesterday, when I was a child I put my ear to the big chest of my beloved vintage Marantz while I listened, I laughed with the loud volume while my heart vibrated perceptibly. The sun came in without a filter, in the center of the living room, I closed my eyes and flew Elsewhere. That Elsewhere where I often go back to drawing in my mind what emotions tell me, rediscovering the pleasure of my passion to which I dedicate my happiest and most authentic time in the name of a great chance. Listening to music. In this space I will try to collect mostly Independent Author Music because only as independent do you exist and resist, because it is the urgency to communicate and share elsewhere that reveals the unexpected wonder of a soul that in melancholy returns free and in light. . Writing words and sounds with a gentle and respectful hand is my mission to reveal the added value of an art steeped in authentic life.

It is not easy to be a Musician. It is not easy to invest all your time and resources in something that many – and often those closest to us – consider a pastime. It is not easy to maintain one’s direction towards the dirt road when shortcuts open before us to live a life of stability and a fixed salary. Yes, maybe it’s easier, but it wouldn’t be the life we ​​want to live. It is not easy to give up on outings, birthdays, parties, trips and holidays because we have to study for a concert or an important rehearsal. Precisely for this reason it is not easy to find a partner who can understand all this. The musician is that person who puts a little color on gray days and is the one thanks to whom you shed a tear while watching a moving scene from a movie. Finally … The musician knows that he has to fight daily against a basic ignorance and he knows that he is not as indispensable as a mechanic or an electrician, so he must be doubly good at knowing how to promote and see himself. In short, if you meet a musician, think you have a rare and particular person in front of you. Beethoven said that architects are respected because they are able to design bridges to join opposite banks of a river. The musician, on the other hand, must be respected even more because he is able to unite souls and hearts.

ME AS A FEMALE MUSICIAN

There was a period, I think 4 years ago, when I tried to get a band back together. Because I missed singing a lot and I was frustrated and even though I worked a lot I wanted some breaks where I could relax and let off steam. So I put announcements on the music sites. Do you know what musicians think of a woman who wants to make music? They think he doesn't understand anything and doesn't know music. I was 14 when I bought my first and only very precious sibtetizer thanks to my savings. 
I was only 14. And I listened to Depeche Mode, Sepultura, Jaco Pastorius, Paganini, Prince, The Ramones, the Italian Opera, The Doors. I grew up with Poe and  Lizard King. I grew up with colored hands playing a fucking synthesizer while they, the boys, only knew how to kick a ball and peek at cleavage. And they came to tell me that I didn't know anything about music! 
They were almost all unpleasant with me, some just wanted to go out with me, others wanted to provoke and humiliate me to make me cry. But they weren't born yet when I was playing with my all girl band. So only one of them listened to me and took me seriously. 
This guy was a drummer and he had his best friend who was a guitarist. I said: perfect! ok, let's dive into this musical adventure. We experience everything. We started at the drummer's house, we started with covers of Nirvana, Korn, Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Inflames, ... 
It was very nice to be all together, playing, drinking tea, discussing music, art and more. But then the guitarist had existential crises. He ended up in the hospital and everything was pending. Then he didn't want to hear any more. And we lost the initial sprint. But I didn't give up, I still looked for musicians but everyone invited me only to go out with them and not to play.
 It was a disappointment. If you don't sing pop songs they don't take you seriously. If you don't act like Katy Perry or Lady Gaga then they don't understand you.
If a female musician doesn’t show her boobs, if she doesn’t dress sexy, then no one takes her seriously. Men believe that you have to be naked on stage to be able to make music. The boys also think so. Maybe many of the lotus were gay and can’t stand women, so they didn’t want me. In fact, from their clothes they didn’t look like rockers or even metalheads but cool guys.
True, Jim was also getting quite agitated on stage, moving and offering his dick to his fans. But he could do anything because he was a man. I, on the other hand, have been chained by the weight of being a woman. Do you know these women who do rock or metal? There are a lot of singers but they all play pop music. So I have to sing pop too? Do I have to resign myself?

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