I’m often amazed by how prolific the great musical artists were in their early days. Looking at the output of a Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder or The Beatles, I can only imagine how great it must have been to be a fan hearing new, incredible material year after year.
David Bowie released what might be his best album, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, in June of 1972, just six months after Hunky Dory. And his next classic album (stay tuned ’til next week) came out less than a year after this one. To put it in terms Hamilton fans will appreciate, the man was non-stop!
A few weeks back I decided to count down the best albums of my birth year, 1972.
When I dove into my collection to start the process, I was surprised to discover that I own only seven albums from that year, which certainly reduces the drama of the proposed countdown.
I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t own a large number of records from one specific year more than 40 years back. But a little research revealed a couple of dozen albums that struck a nerve back when I was a mewling babe.
I’ve featured only one David Bowie song on this blog, and that was nearly four years ago. There is definitely a Bowie-sized hole in my music collection.
I never got around to exploring Bowie’s discography the way I’ve dug back into, say, The Rolling Stones. He remains a mystery, floating just outside of my sphere of familiarity though I’m very much aware of how beloved he is by critics and fans alike.