Oh You Pretty Things: Some Thoughts on Bowie and Culture
On the day I moved out of my parents’ home I walked into the first room I’d ever rented, considered the daunting prospect of the first real job I’d ever struggle to hold down, smoked a cigarette and looked for a CD to play. Whether through design or accident (I can’t actually recall) the first song […]
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On the day I moved out of my parents’ home I walked into the first room I’d ever rented, considered the daunting prospect of the first real job I’d ever struggle to hold down, smoked a cigarette and looked for a CD to play. Whether through design or accident (I can’t actually recall) the first song […]
bellacaledonia.org.uk/...d-culture/
