GOODBYE TO ZIGGY AND ALL THAT
By Allan Jones | Melody Maker | October 29 1977
The only reason I've decided to do these
interviews, is to prove my belief in the album, both "Low" and "Heroes"
have been met with confused reactions. That was to be expected,
of course. But I didn't promote "Low" at all, and some people thought
my heart wasn't in it.
This time I wanted to put everything into pushing
my new album. I believe in the last two albums, you see, more than
anything I have done before. I mean I look back on a lot of my earlier
work and, although there's much that I appreciate about it, there
is not a great deal that I actually like. I don't think they are
very likeable albums at all.
There is a lot more heart and emotion in "Low" and,
especially the new album. And, if I can convince people of that,
I'm prepared to be stuck in this room on the end of a conveyor belt
of questions that I'll do my best to answer.
This is an opinion. David Bowie's two most recent
albums, recorded in Berlin in collaboration with Brian Eno, are
among the most adventurous and challenging records yet thrust upon
the rock audience. Inevitably controversial, these albums have combined
the theories and techniques of modern electronic music with lyrics
that have found Bowie dispensing with traditional forms of narrative
in pursuit of a new musical vocabulary adequate to the pervasive
mood of despair and pessimism that has divined in contemporary society.
Towards the end of my stay in America, he reflects,
I realised that what I had to do was to experiment. To discover
new forms of writing. To evolve, in fact, a new musical language.
That's what I set out to do. That's why I returned to Europe.
David Bowie, as you reach this sentence is explaining
the circumstances and sequence of events that provoked his retreat
from his exile in America and his eventual decision to return to
The conditions were thus, he begins, his hands busily
searching for pack of Gitanes. I was at a point were I wanted to
leave America. I had been, as I like to put it, "staying" there
for more than two years. I'm very wary of saying that I "lived"
there. "Living" in America is a real commitment, and I wasn't prepared
So, as I say, I'd been "staying" there for some time,
and I wanted to move out of the area of narrative and character.
I wanted, generally to re-evaluate what I was doing.
I realised that I exhausted that particular environment
and the effect of that environment upon my writing. I was afraid
that if I continued to work in that environment I would begin repeating
myself. I felt that that was the way I was heading.
There was no enjoyment in the working process - I'd
exclude from that "Station To Station". That was fairly exciting
because is was like a plea to come back to Europe. It was one of
those self chat thing one has with oneself from time to time.
He suddenly throws down his pack of cigarette as
if annoyed with himself.
Christ, no... what am I talking about? A lot of that
and "Young Americans" was damn depressing. It was a terribly traumatic
time . I was absolutely infuriated that I was still in rock 'n'
And not only in it, but had been sucked right into
the centre of it. I had to move out. I never intended to be so involved
in rock and roll... and there I was in Los Angeles, right in the
middle of it.
Whether it's fortunate or not I don't know, but I'm
absolutely and totally vulnerable by environment, and environment
and circumstances affect my writing tremendously. To the point of
I look back on some things in total horror... And
anyway I began to realise that the environment of Los Angeles, of
America, was by this time detrimental to my writing and my work.
It was no longer an inspiration to be caught in that environment.
I realised that that was why I was feeling so claustrophobic
and cut off. I was adopting such an hypocritical stance. There was
this incredible fight between materialism and aestheticism. My commitment
has certainly never been in rock 'n' roll. I've made no secret of
that. I was just a hack painter who wanted to find a new medium
to work in, frankly.
And rock 'n' roll looked like a very good vehicle.
But one was always fluctuating between the temptation of becoming
a rock star and the sentimental ties with wanting to be an artist
- and there I was living right in the middle of this crazy and filthy
rock circus. It really was no more than a circus.
And I should not have been in it. I should not have
become such a major part of it. It was frustrating for me. Now I'm
fit and happy and well again. I'm enjoying the process of work for
the first time in years. It's more than work. That's why I say that
I'm not interested in posterity.
I'm now concerned with my work being appreciated
on a more personal level. Once I had all those big dreams. Oh I
had all those big dreams, man. I had them until I learned about
simply enjoying the process of working and the process of living.
I'm happy now. Content. I feel more than a product
on an assembly line and no more a means of support for 10,000 persons
who seem to revolve around every fart that I made.
David Bowie crushes out a Gitane and immediately
another in between the lips.
My role as an artist in rock, he says, is rather
different to most. I encapsulate things very quickly, in a very
short space of time. Over two or three months usually. And generally
my policy have been that as soon as a system or process works, it's
out of date. I move on to another area. Another piece of time.
I have to answer these questions in naive analogies,
I find, because I've always fought against considering my role,
my position in this thing, this rock 'n' roll game.
I've never wanted to consider myself apart of it.
It tends to hinder me. That's when I start pulling on my hate of
solitude. That's when I usually clear off to Japan or somewhere.
I never intended to become a part of it. Yet, at the same time,
yes, I've challenged it and enjoyed - occasionally - the controversy.
But you wouldn't believe how much of it was entirely
unwitting. I think I did play outside the boundaries of what is
considered the general area of rock 'n' roll.
Some of it, just pure petulance, some of it was arrogance,
some of it was unwitting, but, inevitably, I kept moving ahead.
Ziggy, particularly, was created out of a certain
arrogance. But, remember, at that time I was young and I was full
of life, and that seemed like a very positive artistic statement.
I thought that was a beautiful piece of art, I really did. I thought
that was a grand kitsch painting. The whole guy.
Then that fucker would not leave me alone for years.
That was when it all started to sour. And it soured so quickly you
wouldn't believe it. And it took me and awful time to level out.
My whole personality was affected. Again I brought that upon myself.
I can't say I'm sorry when I look back, because it
provoked such an extraordinary set if circumstances in my life.
I thought I might as well take Ziggy to interviews as well. Why
leave him on stage? Looking back it was completely absurd.
It became very dangerous. I really did have doubts
about my sanity. I can't deny that the experience affected me in
a very exaggerated and marked manner. I think I put myself very
dangerously near the line. Not in physical sense but definitively
in mental sense. I played mental games with myself to such an extend
that I'm very relieved and happy to be back in Europe and feeling
very well ... But, then, you see I was always the lucky one.
"David Live", says David Bowie, was the final death
of Ziggy. God that album.
I've never played it. The tension it must contain
must be like vampire's teeth coming down on you. And that photo.
On the cover . My God, it looks as if I've just stepped out of that
That's actually how I felt. That record should have
been called 'David Bowie is alive and well and living only in theory.'
Berlin, Bowie observes, reflecting upon the environments
in which he has produced his last two albums, is a city made up
of bars for sad disillusioned people to get drunk in. One never
knows how long it is going to remain there. One fancies that it
is going very fast.
That's one of the reason, sure, why I was attracted
to the city. It's a feeling that I really tried to capture in the
paintings, while I was there, of the Turks that live in the city.
There's a track on the album called "Neuköln", and that's the
area of Berlin where the Turks are shackled in bad conditions.
They're very much an isolated community. It's very
sad. Very very sad. And that kind of reality obviously contributed
to the mood on both "Low" and "Heroes".
I mean, having encountered an experience like that
it's hard to sing "Let's all think of peace and love... "No,...
David, why did you said that? That is a stupid remark. Because that's
exactly where you should arrive after seeing something like that.
You arrive at a sense of compassion. The title track of "Heroes"
is about facing that kind of reality and standing up to it.
The only heroic act one can fucking well pull out
of the bag in a situation like that is to get on with life from
the very simple pleasure of remaining alive, despite every attempt
being made to kill you.
It will be remembered that Bowie's performances in
London last year were prefaced by his controversial pronouncements
on Britain and the possibility of fascist rule here. His comments
were interpreted by some as advocacy of extreme right wing politics;
others saw in his remark a prophetic nature, a warning rather than
a gesture of support to fascist policies.
I can't clarify those statements, Bowie says wearily
when the subject arises. All I can say is that I have made my two
or three glib, theatrical observations on English society and the
only thing I can now counter with is to state that I am NOT a fascist.
The more I travel and the less sure I am about exactly
which political philosophies are commendable. The more government
systems I see, the less enticed I am to give my allegiance to any
set of people, so it would be disastrous for me to adopt a definitive
point of view, or to adopt a party of people and say "these are
I guess it was all pretty glib. But the again, I'm
not one for delicate social niceties. If I take a jump into the
pool I generally swallow all the water.
He is reminded of his fascist salute to the country
when he arrived at Victoria Station and is asked to define its significance.
He virtually explodes from his chair.
That didn't happened. THAT DID NOT HAPPEN. I waved.
I just WAVED. Believe me. On the life of my child, I waved. And
the bastard caught me. In MID-WAVE, man. And, God, did that photo
got some coverage... As is I'd be foolish enough to pull a stunt
like that. I died when I saw the photo. And even the people who
were with me said, "David! How could you?". The bastards. I didn't...
GOD, I just don't believe in all that.
David was 30 this year. It's significant, he feels
no resentment now of the passing time: in his early 20s, he reflects,
the very thought of growing older appalled him (it was an horrendous
thought). Now he accepts with equanimity the responsibilities of
maturity, and even the eventuality of death.
I think having a son made an enormous difference
to me, he remarks. At first it frightened me, and I tried not to
consider the implications. Now it is his future that concerns me.
My own future slips by. I'm prepared for it, and I am prepared for
There are still people on immortality kick, and it
amuses me now . We'll do anything in our power to stay alive. There's
a feeling that the average lifespan should be longer than it is.
I disagree. I mean, we've never lived so long... Not in any century
that's man's been on this planet.
Not so very long ago no one lived pass the age of
40. And we're still not happy with 70. What are we after exactly?
There's just too much ego involved. And who wants to drag their
old decaying frame around until they are 90, just to assert their
ego? I don't, certainly.
In this context of age and the process of change,
I inevitably mention the minions of the new wave presently battering
at the doors of success and achieving now the kind of publicity
Bowie enjoyed five years ago.
The sad thing about it all he says, is that it is
being called a movement. I wish the people involved were been treated
as individuals. I'm so worried for them. I'm dissatisfied with them
because I can't tolerate people who want to form, or be part of,
It should always come back to individuals. I, think
there are now some individuals who have some very exciting ideas.
Some of them, at least. I only hope they survive. Because I totally
sympathise with their indignation.
It is suggested (as the hounds bark at the door in
an attempt to bring to a conclusion this brief interview) that both
"Low" and "Heroes" betray an extraordinary pessimism, and there
is, in the jagged atmosphere of the music they contain, an anticipation
of violence and imminent disaster.
I'm afraid I am pessimistic, Bowie offers. I'm not
at all optimistic about the future. But I'm totally resigned to
the situation. There is, I hope, some relief in compassion - and
I know that's not a word usually flung at my work - and "Heroes"
is, I hope, compassionate.
Compassionate for people and the silly desperate
situation they've got themselves into. That we've all got ourselves
into, and generally by ignorance and rash decisions. Decisions to
join or remain within sets of people.
We haven't moved on at all from that tribal thing
- you know, if you don't understand it, have a swing at it with
You know people simply can't cope with the rate of
change in this world. It's all far too fast. Since the industrial
revolution there's been this upward spiral with people desperately
trying to hang on, and now everybody's started to fall off. And
it'll get worst.
There's not really a cause for hope, says David Bowie
finally, but I haven't given in yet. I think there is some fight
left in the still. Somewhere I'm not a brave man and I do see it
all as a vast enormous joke. A very bad joke at that.
But there is an area of optimism. Even bothering to
write about it all and think about it is some kind of fight against
it. But even so, I can't help thinking that it's all nearly over.
He turns his eyes toward heaven. Just give us a date will you?,