Mad About The Bowie

My daughters dig Bowie. Previously they knew him as the geezer with the daft hair in Labyrinth. Now they listen to his orbiting excellence as a songwriter, grand dame and author of so many wondrous pop tunes.

And all because of a random song by that Kiwi combo, Flight Of The Conchords. 'Bowie' is an awesome pastiche of 'Let's Dance', 'John I'm Only Dancing', 'Fame', 'Changes', 'Life On Mars' and 'Space Oddity'. It holds together as a song in its own right. It makes you guffaw and it reminds you of how terribly slothful music has become.

In response to this interest, I've burnt a CD of the Bowie constituents, surrounding the Conchords piece. The daughters laugh because he sounds like Bret and Jermaine on the hilarious DVD, an irony that David would surely enjoy. You saw him in Extras, right? And actually, given that early Bowie was a bonkers appropriation of Anthony Newley, maybe this is musical karma at its most joyous.

I've filled up the rest of the CD with other Conchords references, including the Pet Shop Boys, Prince and Marvin Gaye. So it's actually a fine bunch of music. Just the job when your driving in your tin can, all around the Westlink.