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Where youth and laughter go

Ah, det er nu ikke så slemt at runde et skarpt, skarpt hjørne når: 1) Man bliver vækket på yderst behagelig vis, 2) Caro og Kia kommer valsende med fødselsdagskort og flag under morgenmaden, 3) Der bliver tapet slik fast på ens dør, 4) På arbejdet bliver man mødt med et skrivebord pyntet med flag og rødvin, 5) De såkaldte ‘julenisser’ kommer rundt på alle kontorerne med blomster, sang og juleguf, 6) Til morgenmødet beretter kollegerne med let drømmende blikke om dengang de for mange år siden var 25. Jeg har med andre ord haft en temmelig god fødselsdag indtil videre!

Det er faktisk lige før at det hele annullerer hvad jeg vil kalde ‘David Bowie effekten’. I 1972 udgav Bowie mesterværket ‘Ziggy Stardust’. Det er faktisk så godt et album, at det ophæver den antipati jeg ellers normalt har mod manden. Første sang på albummet er ‘Five Years’, der grundlæggende handler om, at vores hovedperson (Bowies androgyne alter ego), Ziggy, lever i en verden der snart går under:

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing/News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in/News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying/Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

Herefter bliver Bowie ekspressiv og begynder malerisk at beskrive hvordan alting går i opløsning i denne situation:

“I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies/I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.’s/My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare/I had to cram so many things to store everything in there/And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people/And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people/I never thought I’d need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children/If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them/A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac/A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

Men hov! Kærligheden er ikke død, selv ikke i denne anarkiske og trøstesløse verden. Vor ven Ziggy er en drømmer, en romantiker, en fantast! Han er derfor selvfølgelig ung, forvirret og forelsket:

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long/Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think you knew you were in this song/And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor/And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there/Your face, your race, the way that you talk/I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk

Men hvad gør man i en verden der snart går under? Man kvies og martres, men man elsker jo tøsepigebarnet infernalsk meget. I sin desperation råber Bowie i himmelstormerens opfordring til at elske mens tid er:

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes/Five years, what a surprise!/We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot/Five years, that’s all we’ve got!/We’ve got five years, what a surprise/Five years, stuck on my eyes/We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot/Five years, that’s all we’ve got!”

Og dette, mine damer og herrer, er i al sin enkelthed ‘Bowie effekten’ i al sin skønhed og elegance: Ungdom, desperation, sværmerisk drømmen, (fortabt?) håb og den store kærlighed. Vi tales ved omkring de 30!

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