Trusting only in his artistry, faithful to no Muse but his own, in each album Bowie stretches out a tightrope and walks it.
In the sidereal realm where she broke down in tears, what angel was there to hear her cry?
Language aims at transparency. Sexuality defies transparency. Joe, in speaking of her sexuality, is, on one hand, authentic and engaged, and on the other hand, doomed to ‘misrecognize’ what she is talking about.
Each time I listen to the quintet’s albums, I am struck by their freshness, timelessness and sense of excitement, and I marvel at how such collectively-created music bears the stamp of one man’s individuality.