Book: David Bowie: A Life by Dylan Jones - All the Young Pseuds

Nice jacket

This book should be titled ‘All the Young Pseuds’ …

I learnt more about a book’s subject in two pages of James Kaplan’s second biography of Frank Sinatra, Sinatra: The Chairman than I did in 600 of Dylan Jones’s David Bowie: A Life.

As is often the way with works like this, you find out more about the people interviewed and more about the author (who seems to have a very low opinion of celebs, as he styles them, generally, but acknowledges that Bowie did not as a rule fall into the same traps – you get the idea however that, if required to nod and smile and agree with a celeb, he would), than you do about David Bowie. Despite his low opinion, he does not have enough chutzpah to edit some of the more pointless interviews or quotes. It’s as if he set out to interview people he knew through his role as editor of GQ, rather than ask the people who knew Bowie best.

Of course it’s a pitfall of any biographic text. Kaplan has opted for completism so to compare the two is a little unfair as Jones’s book is more like a series of snapshots of certain scenes in the screenplay of Bowie’s life. Unfortunately they bear more resemblance to some holiday snaps of my childhood when a little boy managed to feature in the corner or background of all our pictures, with Bowie being the boy there by happenstance, not the focus of the image.

Aladdin Sane look

Because of Jones’s background I suppose, there’s an awful lot on fashion. Lady Gaga says that she was altered forever by the cover of Aladdin Sane. It’s clear that to her the music is secondary to the look – no real surprise there.

It’s amazing how few people (other stars, musicians, designers, photographers) can refrain from blowing their own trumpet once given the chance so we get a lot of stuff along the lines of:

‘I think he learnt that from me’/’He might have borrowed my idea but he made it his own’/’He was a bit of a magpie’.

Jayne County

Consider this from Jayne County (all I remember is that he/she had something to do with Malcolm McClaren).*

He loved my songwriting … I gave him quite a few ideas. … He loved being surrounded by talented, creative people [i.e. me].

and

I know he was also influenced by a few of the demos I was sending him. … He was supposed to produce an album for me but nothing ever came of that except some of my ideas began popping up on his songs. I don't think it was intentional. … It was mostly the subject matter …

Need I say more?

And this, from Kevin Armstrong about the Absolute Beginners session:

David didn’t turn up with the song fully formed and I would go so far as to say I should have by rights had a co-writing credit on the song.

People can say anything they like now that Bowie’s no longer around to refute it. Some of it may well be true.

Iman and David, so happy together

Everything is allowed the same value or credence. It seems as if little editorial control has been exercised so that the comments of someone who met Bowie on a train once are given the same weight as those of Iman or Tony Visconti.

Then there are those who speculate about why Bowie chose them as collaborators (never too shy to bang their own drum). This usually goes along these lines:

'I didn’t treat him as a star [with the rest of the paragraph typically proving they did] so he liked/respected/trusted me', 'we were kindred spirits, both originals' or 'I was a bit different and he appreciated this'.

For instance, Ivo Van Hove who worked on Lazarus claims that Bowie wanted a director who was:

A little more innovative, experimental, whatever [i.e. me].

Then there’s the depiction of the suburbs, and Bromley/Beckenham in particular, as some kind of cultural wasteland. Hanif Kureishi asserts:

The utter boredom and awfulness of the suburbs … but actually everyone had underground records, they had clothes.

So awful, despite the art clubs, free festival, etc? Despite David Bowie, Peter Frampton, Kate Bush, Siouxsie Sioux, Billy Idol, Mick Jagger, Boy George all hailing from the suburbs? But this is probably how Kureishi relates to Dylan Jones – with his focus on fashion. As if people who ‘had clothes’ were somehow artistically, culturally superior to those who either didn’t or didn’t care.

The whole thing reminds me of a girl who went to a yoga class near where I live (in Sidcup, yes you guessed it, I’m from a suburb in Kent, just like David Bowie), declaring that she was going to move to Camden because she was ‘more of a Camden girl’. I would say it takes more courage to be different in the suburbs than it does in North London. But I believe she probably strove to be different in exactly the same way as the other residents of Camden.

Siouxsie Sioux, scaredy cat

And as for Siouxsie Sioux being petrified of Chislehurst Caves and claiming that kids used to get 'caved in' there. Call yourself a punk or ‘punk icon’? Girl, I thought you’d have more balls.

Or then there are those who consider themselves part of a mutual appreciation society, evidenced by this from Nile Rodgers:

'He had a surprising amount of knowledge about R&B. That’s why we got on so well as he was shocked by what I knew and I was shocked by what he knew.'

Occasionally there’s a meeting of truly pretentious minds, as with Bowie and Tony Visconti:

We were talking about films that we liked, and anything that was from far away and anything that was black and white and made in France or Czechoslovakia or Germany … we had a lot in common.

As if something home-grown or in colour would have no artistic merit while everything opposite would. Again, let’s all be different in the same way.

The Three Tuns

My favourite, self-aggrandising quote comes from Mary Finnigan:

Leave it to me. I know exactly what to do, to turn this into a nice, appealing place that has actually got something in common with the prevailing zeitgeist.

Seriously, Mary? Are you sure that’s how you phrased it? Were you really that pretentious?

This is when they turned a room at The Three Tuns into the Beckenham Arts Lab. Been in The Three Tuns a number of times as I used to work nearby.

Trevor Bolder claims, perhaps disingenuously:

I don't think anyone has ever mentioned this, principally because I don't think anyone actually knows it but Bowie tried to re-form the Spiders when he’d finished the Berlin period. He rang me once in 1978 at home …

Hmm. So you say.

I hate the way Jones prefaces a quote from Martyn Ware, for some reason not included in the interview section with ‘Oh after Bowie died, everyone had a story’ as if this were a bad thing. But if he felt this way, why use the people he’s essentially criticising in his book? Martyn Ware comes across as genuine, something that can't be said of many of those quoted so I’m not sure why he was singled out here.

It’s disconcerting and a bit depressing to discover that the most poorly expressed pieces are from people who write for a living like Hanif Kureishi because their prose turns out to be very repetitive and tedious, eg,

At this stage in his life he was worried that the young people might not like his records any more. He felt insecure, and was obviously at a strange point in his life.
Kureishi seems to say most things at least twice and hardly ever bothers to try to rephrase it.

Kate Moss and David Bowie

Kate Moss (another fashion association) is as self-involved as you might expect:

The first song that really hit me was probably ‘Life on Mars?’ because I think I thought I was the girl with the mousy brown hair [she even manages to get the lyrics wrong so it’s evident she hasn’t listened to the song much]. I thought it was about me. … It touched me because I thought it was my song.

Oh the sheer arrogance.

Leee Black Childers, who I admit I’d only vaguely heard of but who Wikipedia claims: 'recorded the legacy of a theatrical cross over between rock music and gay culture’ (whatever that is) but the fact that he spells his Christian name with three ‘e’s does not endear him to me, says:

The glorious brilliant Gloria Stavers, who taught Jim Morrison to shove his cock down the side of his leather pants so it looked big and bulging. She taught him that so she was a starmaker. And then the call came from David Bowie.

I think it's possible that Jim Morrison might have had a bit more going for him than this but then I’m not a gay man.

Dylan Jones

Sure, I admit that image was very important in Bowie's career but I submit that the music itself was paramount. I'm not sure that Dylan Jones would agree.

I do give him credit for not shirking what I like to call the wilderness years when those of us who loved early to mid-area Bowie lost patience. And perhaps I’ll try to listen to some songs from albums I’d rejected except I don’t really trust the opinions of the interviewees. I’m a fan but not the sort of fan who buys/loves everything by an artist.

Not many of those quoted come out well. I’d say Bowie himself, Nick Rhodes, Elton John, Ricky Gervais (typically self-deprecating), Martyn Ware are some of the few who surface unscathed.

I did learn a few interesting facts, although these seemed to crop up incidentally, one of which is that

‘Wild Is the Wind’ was written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington not David Bowie. The other is that Mick Ronson was by all accounts a lovely guy. It’s a credit to the guy and his memory.

Errata:

Page 245 should read Water Rats not Water Rat, I know this because I've been there many times; page 326 should read Noel Edmonds not Noel Edmunds. If you’re going to quote somebody, at least have the courtesy to spell their name right.

*Jayne County (born 1947) is an American singer, songwriter, actress and record producer whose career has spanned five decades. She was the vocalist in Wayne County & the Electric Chairs and has been known for her outrageous stage antics. She went on to become rock's first openly transgender singer.