‘…perhaps music at its most theatrical, extravagant and absurd is also the truest music. It is what can save us from ourselves, from the banal fact of being in the world. Such music, Bowie’s music, can allow us to escape from being riveted to the fact of who we are, to escape from being us.’
‘On Bowie’ by Simon Critchley. Serpents Tail, 2016. P. 48.
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