In 1975, David Bowie killed off his Ziggy Stardust bit in favor of something he called "plastic soul", which resulted in the 481st greatest song of all time, "Young Americans".
I confess that I have never been a huge fan of Bowie. My knowledge base for him includes only five items:
1. The song, "Fame"
2. A Christmas duet with Bing Crosby
3. His appearance in the Jim Henson movie, Labyrinth
4. The song, "Space Oddity"
5. His duet video of "Dancing in the Streets" with Mick Jagger
And now there's this song, "Young Americans," which includes the following urgent inquiries:
- Do you remember your President Nixon?
- Do you remember the bills you have to pay?
- Ain't there a man who can say no more?
- Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
- Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
- Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
- Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
It's amazing that anyone this confused and confusing could ever have invented such a famous knife.