Bowie's Heroes.
It reminds me of being seventeen, and of breaking up with my twenty year old girlfriend in the Hacienda.
I was wearing a raincoat, covered in photographs of myself, and painted with poetry, and she was wearing a full length fur dress.
God, I could weep, not at the musical memory, but at what we were wearing.
Really good thread. Music is amazing at touching our sadnesses, as well as the joy we've lived through.
Have enjoyed listening to other people's choices, and reading the snippets of biography.
