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This was always my favourite song from Low. And this is the story of the day David Bowie played it for me in private – at my own request.
Like mother like daughter… this is Madonna’s daughter Lolahol slavishly coping the methods that brought her mother to public attention more than 40 years earlier.
Say what you like about Boney M, they were an entertaining fixture in the singles chart all through the second half of the Seventies.
In March 1977 I went to the Rainbow Theatre, scene of many of my favourite gigs, to see Iggy Pop for the first time – with a band including David Bowie.
As punk was mutating and evolving in 1978, a new band called Japan surfed in on the New Wave. I went to see them at the Music Machine, attracted mainly by their image.
I came late to the party with Low; I missed their whispery slowcore beginnings and my engagement was limited largely to their magnificent Christmas album, which should be a staple of every home in December. It certainly is in mine.
Like most music fans, I first set eyes on Amanda Lear in 1973 as the coquettish vamp on the cover of Roxy Music’s second album, For Your Pleasure, sheathed in black leather with a black panther on a leash.
This was a kind of guilty pleasure during my disco-hating days as a punk. It came out in 1978 and I probably noticed it because of Alicia Keys’s provocatively punky hairstyle – somewhere between Bowie and Billy Idol.
When it comes to the best disco song of all time, I Feel Love is surely in a class of its own. But if we exclude Moroder’s masterpiece, then Evelyn ‘Champagne’ King’s song Shame is well worth a shout.
Following my accidental discovery that Lene Lovich wrote the lyrics, here is French disco artist Cerrone’s electronic opus Supernature.
