His glam stuff was not my favorite.
There was a song he did on Low called “Warszawa” (Warsaw) where he took the melody from a Polish folk song, he said of the song,
“In that tune [Warszawa], I wanted to express the feelings of people who yearn to be free, they can smell the scent of freedom...but they can’t reach it.”
When I played it again this week and heard this hauntingly beautiful tribute to a city that had seen Hell, I broke out in tears.
That’s the Bowie I choose to remember.
Yes, I love that - my wife is Polish, born in 1970 and grew up in the heady days of Solidarity and freedom. She was arrested at age 15 and spent the night in a cell and interrogated by the Communist police for daring to put up posters criticising the government. A feisty Polish lady and my life’s love :-)