It is January 1975, cold outside, and 61-year-old Mrs Margaret Jones, Peggy to her friends, is shopping in Sainsburys in Beckenham, not displeased to be recognised by fans of her son David but still wishing he’d get in touch more often. The £3,000 mink coat he bought her for Christmas hangs unworn in her wardrobe, and stays that way, even when Angie, her daughter-in-law, accompanies her to the Ideal Home Exhibition at Olympia. She cries when she plays his records.
David, meanwhile, is in New York, recording at Electric Ladyland studios with no lesser accompanist than Dr Winston O’Boogie, who having lately duelled with Allen Klein is offering advice on two issues: how David can disentangle himself from manager Tony Defries and how to inject the correct thump into ‘Fame’, the single that will place him at the top of the US Billboard charts later in the year.
Thus begins Bowie Odyssey ’75, the sixth instalment in Simon Goddard’s series of 10 fly-on-the-wall books, each one dedicated to a single year in the decade that announced Bowie to the world. It’s all here: Young Americans, playing Thomas Newton in The Man Who Fell To Earth, the fall out with Deep Freeze (as we used to call him), the toxic, narcotic-fuelled stay in Los Angeles, Iggy in and out of his life, the Bay City Rollers, Patti Smith and nascent Sex Pistols, and hints of the recording of Station To Station, his masterpiece; all played out against a backdrop that sees the emergence of Thatcher, the Cambridge Rapist and serial killer Patrick Mackay, a trio of villains, the first of whom bears an uncanny similarity to the Thin White Duke, as demonstrated in photos of both, cunningly printed opposite one another on pages 4 and 5 of the photo section. I found that slightly disturbing, which I guess is how Simon Goddard intended me to find it
As I pointed out in a review of Bowie Odyssey ’73 elsewhere on this blog, Goddard’s books in this unique series are not biographies in the accepted sense but attempts to get inside Bowie’s head while at the same time place him squarely amidst all that was going on at the same time elsewhere, much of it unpleasant. The language is sharp, forthright, uncontaminated by anything that might ease a troubled mind, so much so that at the start of each book there is a warning that its contents might offend those of tender sensibilities, noting that they depict “prevailing attitudes of the time” and are included “for reasons of historical context in order to accurately describe the period concerned”.
Well, they ain’t kidding. Like the others in the series I’ve read so far – all of them actually, Odysseys 70, 71, 72, 73 and 74 – Bowie Odyssey ’75 spares no blushes, whether it be Bowie’s bonkers behaviour, not least his fixation with Nazi Germany, obscure religious texts and keeping bottles of his wee in the fridge, his nomadic lifestyle and fury at Defries (the legal battle is wonderfully depicted as a boxing commentary), all you know about and quite a lot you probably didn’t, right down to the modus operandi of Peter Samuel Cook, aka the Cambridge Rapist.
After a terrorising ride through the canyons of Los Angeles, skidding through mountains of cocaine, the book closes with a furious row between Angie, queen no more, and Corinne, aka ‘Coco’, David’s trusty girl Friday, who – as Goddard so decorously puts it, does everything but ascend to the top job, “the warmer his bedsheets”.
It doesn’t take long to read these books but that’s not the point. They simply home in on their targets with uncanny accuracy even if you do come away thinking it really wasn’t much fun being David Bowie during the 1970s. Recommended.
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