I'm tired of attending funerals for David Bowie's career. I mean, they're always pleasant, catered affairs, and I mean, they're always pleasant, catered affairs, and the chance to hobnob with a star-studded crowd of washed-up mourners like Lou Reed and Iggy Pop is undeniably great, but David never actually shows up. Critics have tried to write him off for more than a decade, and his work has been mostly sub-par even longer. But somehow, some way, he's managed to scrape together enough of the old Bowie charm on every release to keep alive the hope that he might just have one final hurrah left in him. Unlike some of his contemporaries I'm looking at you, Iggy , he might, conceivably, still have a fighting chance. But while everyone's busy measuring his latest work against the towering legacy of Ziggy and the Spiders and looking ahead to his next last gasp, it would be easy to overlook that Heathen is the best Bowie release in years. But so what? Bowie committed the unpardonable sin of being too good, too soon.
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Earlier this month, David Bowie took the surprising step of penning an article for a national newspaper, defending his taste in music. As artistic director of this year's Meltdown festival at the South Bank centre, he had been riled by suggestions that his selections - including Suede, the Dandy Warhols, Coldplay and the Divine Comedy - were middle-of-the road. It is difficult to know where to place your sympathies.
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