Wednesday, January 10, 2007

“Space Oddity” / David Bowie

Can you believe that David Bowie just turned 60? (He sure doesn’t look it – either he’s got a great plastic surgeon or there’s a really decrepit-looking oil painting hanging in some London attic.) I think back to my first-ever trip to London -- way back in 1973; I was still a teenager – when, leafing through a music magazine in a smart hair salon, I saw my first photo of David Bowie. Loaded up with eye make-up, his hair gelled in magenta spikes, his lithe long pale body draped in lame and satin . . . yeah, I know, by today’s standards this would be nothing, but coming off the Woodstock era it was quite a sight. Though I hadn’t yet heard the term “glam rock,” I was staring in fascination at its prime exhibit.

Then, a few days later, “Space Oddity” came over the loudspeakers in a record shop in Chelsea; I must have heard it before (it was released in 1969, after the first moon landing, when everybody was space-crazed), but I’d never really heard it before. Now I could put song and singer together, and I was absolutely mesmerized by it.

Bowie imagines a future where being an astronaut – the A # 1 coolest career of the 1960s – has become a routine job. Major Tom goes off to work, takes his protein pill (nice sci-fi detail), and climbs into his “tin can” without a second thought, heading for the galaxies with complete trust in his handlers. Bowie sings a dialogue with himself, playing both Ground Control (the nasal, low-pitched monotone) and Major Tom (the plaintive, melodic high voice). The hollow, metallic sound of the recording, all those feedback echoes and synthesized strings, the ghostly voices doing the countdown – it’s so atmospheric . . . and so ominous.

As he steps out of the capsule into space, Ground Control fawns all over him (“And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear”); even when things begin to go awry, this team player still naively trusts in technology: “I think my spaceship knows which way to go.” But it’s not going to end well, you can just tell; all those minor keys and dissonance were there for some reason. There’s that haunting moment when the good major sings “Tell my wife I love her very much” and Ground Control snaps back, a little too quickly, “She knows”; next thing you know, the circuits stop working. Ground Control keeps urgently repeating, “Can you hear me, Major Tom?” while Major Tom drifts woozily off into the eternal loneliness of space, idly musing on how Earth looks from afar. Whatever was in that protein pill, anyway?

It’s chilling to realize that this song was written before Apollo 13, before space shuttles started blowing up in mid-air. But while the title obviously refers to Kubrick's psychedelic space epic 2001: A Space Odyssey, Bowie was probably also thinking about how becoming a rock star – or taking drugs ("we know Major Tom's a junkie," Bowie revealed years later in "Ashes to Ashes") – severs you irrevocably from your former life.

Major Tom is incredibly passive, when you think about it. He’s “floating in a most peculiar way,” not getting hysterical, not springing into action. That disorientation, that disconnect, is what got me most about this song that day in Chelsea. I felt I was standing on the brink of a brave new world, a world full of androgynous men in eye make-up and strange rock songs – and I was already sucked into it. There was no going back.


Iñakink said...

Brilliant song, my favourite by David Bowie and one of my favourite songs ever. It's up there with Waterloo Sunset, Wish You Were Here, A Day In The Life, etc... Thanks for writing this, you really captivated the spirit of the song.

Have you heard the Seu Jorge versions of some Bowie songs?

Holly A Hughes said...

I've only heard what's on the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou soundtrack, but they are a revelation -- they really show off the soulfulness of those Bowie songs. I don't think Bowie's ever gotten enough credit for how soulful his music can be sometimes.

Julie said...

There is something deeply narcoctic about this song that you've captured. It's one of my favortie Bowie tracks.

Anonymous said...

What Julie said! (And I like "deeply narcotic.")

I hope you write about "Ashes to Ashes" some day. That is my favorite Bowie tune, and I'd love to hear you capture in words the hypnotic eeriness of it. It creeps me out in the most delicious way!

-- Angela