BOWIE ROUND-UP: Angie Bowie RE: Mick Jagger Affair (ugh AGAIN) - TIME mag review & more

DAVID BOWIE’S ex-wife has blasted the rock legend’s musical comeback as she revealed the truth about their shocking sexual exploits.

In an astonishing interview, Angie Bowie told how the star almost missed his own WEDDING after getting caught up in a three-in-a-bed romp. (um where was I?)

Angie said: “David was big on threesomes with both men and women — the whole nine yards. And I was right in there.”
She also revealed what happened on the morning she claims she caught David and Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger in BED together.



Speaking from her home in a quiet suburb of Atlanta, Georgia, Angie told of the paranoid depths of his drug abuse, his battle with depression and his bisexuality and love of threesomes.

The couple met in the late Sixties and London was swinging.

Angie, 63 — an American citizen born in Cyprus — had moved to the UK to study at Kingston Polytechnic and Bowie was trying to get a record deal to kick off his pop career.

Angie claims that she encouraged him to play with gender and sexuality and create the bizarre stage personas such as Ziggy Stardust, which turned him into one of the world’s most fascinating stars.

But the couple almost missed their own wedding, in March 1970, after waking up in bed with another woman after a night of sex and partying.

Recalling the threesome, Angie said: “The night before our wedding it was a mutual friend of ours. We went out for dinner, back to her place and had plenty of lively sex.

“We had a very late night and didn’t go to bed until 3am or 4am.

“Then we woke up late in north London and had to be in Bromley by 10am to get married. We just about got there in time and staggered in.

“We saw David’s mother Peggy and I thought, ‘Oh boy, this is not good.’

“It was a bullsh*t romance. When he asked me to marry him, he said: ‘And I don’t love you, by the way.’



“I watched David f*** everything that moved.

“In the first six weeks I knew him I met 14 people he’d slept with. He had told me before we married he didn’t love me, so of course he was not going to be faithful.

“As it was the Sixties I suppose they called it free love.”

Angie also spoke about the morning she allegedly caught her husband and Rolling Stones frontman Mick together in the marital bed of their home in Chelsea in 1973.

She said: “They were not only in bed together, they were naked.

“My assistant was laughing in the kitchen when I got home. She said, ‘You won’t believe this. David and Mick Jagger.’
“I said, ‘Right then, put the kettle on.’

“I went upstairs and banged on the door and said, ‘Morning! Ready for breakfast boys?’

“I walked into the bedroom and David was there with all these pillows and duvets on top of him and on the other side of the bed was Mick’s leg sticking out.

“I said: ‘Did you guys have a good night?’. They were so hung over they could hardly speak. I took pity on them.”

Angie claimed Bowie’s fascination with Mick came from his desire to “seduce” all his major rock rivals.

She explained: “In our living room as we watched Top Of The Pops, David was constantly wanting The Rolling Stones to move over to the States.

He decided he would seduce him like he seduced any competition.

“But I don’t think it was a big love affair (with Mick). It was probably more drunken pawing.”



Despite their turbulent relationship, Angie hoped having a baby with Bowie would help lift his depression.

His family has a history of mental health problems — his half-brother Terry killed himself in 1985.

And, not helped by many years taking drugs including cocaine and heroin, Bowie also battled depression.
In May 1971, their son Duncan Haywood Zowie Jones was born.

His parents called him Zowie but he is now a successful, fiercely private film director known simply as Duncan Jones.
Bowie’s dad Haywood had died in August 1969 from pneumonia — just before his track Space Oddity went Top Ten and launched his pop career.

Angie revealed: “He was so unhappy about losing his dad and I thought having a child would cheer him up.
“But I haven’t seen Zowie since he was 14. He went to boarding school and decided he didn’t want to see me any more.



“He’s grown up now and if he wants to find me he can.”(how many times are you going to say this? To tabloids no less...jfc)

Angie — who herself became a pop culture pin-up and is now a singer and writer — said she was constantly saving her husband from his paranoid haze as he became gripped by drugs.

She recalled: “I was in London and I got a call from David in Los Angeles and he told me he had been kidnapped by a warlock and two witches.

“He said that on All Saints’ night he had to inseminate these two witches so they could have the spawn of Satan.
“I got on a flight the next day to clean up another mess. (lolololol)

“He did escape, but not before the warlock — who was, of course, a drug dealer — had given him a load more Peruvian flake (cocaine) so he could get higher.”

Angie was speaking four decades after a shoot with top snapper Terry O’Neill for The Sun helped turn her into an iconic Seventies rock ’n’ roll muse.

She said: “It’s 40 years since The Sun introduced me to the world.

“We did lots of great stuff with The Sun to promote David, including a series of iconic photos with Terry.”

After the couple divorced in 1980, Angie says she received £500,000 from Bowie — paid over ten years.
She believes it was far from enough, claiming she helped mould him into one of the world’s biggest stars.

Angie claimed: “I ended up getting $750,000 paid over the next ten years — not very much.
“And he refused to give me severance pay for managing him for the past decade.



“It was in tiny instalments — like a child with an allowance — I couldn’t even buy a house.

“When I broke up with David I didn’t recover for six years for him not paying me for managing him. Maybe I never got over it.
“I do not like people drunk or high. I did drugs but it was once we divorced.

“I thought, ‘If he thinks heroin and cocaine are so amazing maybe I can understand him if I try it.’ But I couldn’t understand a thing.”
Music critics are running out of superlatives to praise Bowie’s big chart comeback. His first album in a decade, The Next Day, is released on Monday.

After ten years in which he stepped away from the music business, living a quieter life in New York, it has been one of the most eagerly awaited releases in history.

But Angie blasted: “I listened to the first single (Where Are We Now?) and it was just awful, just diabolical. The second one was worse than that.

“This is supposed to be the greatest comeback of the century? It’s boring. I think every release since the first eight albums has been rubbish.” (lol stay mad)

The Oscar-winning actress Tilda Swinton plays the singer’s lover in the music video for second single The Stars (Are Out Tonight).
Many Bowie fans — and Angie — believe the character is based on her and the plot about the bizarre world of fame inspired by their wild relationship in the spotlight.

Angie added: “I watched 30 seconds and couldn’t cope with any more. The subject matter is too retrospective.
“I am pleased he got out of his house in New York and recorded an album. But why has he been sitting in his house for ten years anyway?”

Bowie has been married to stunning model wife Iman, 57, for 20 years.

But Angie suspects behind closed doors, the star could still have dark sexual habits.

She claimed: “When David and Iman bought the property in New York he worked on it for three years so it looks like one big apartment but is in fact two completely separate condos inside.

“That’s so David has his privacy.

“What was he doing in there for ten years? I know — because a leopard never changes his spots.”


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TIME: David Bowie: Back to His Mysterious Best

It was the quietest of comebacks. on Jan. 8 at the stroke of midnight, with no warning and without having performed or spoken in public for many years, David Bowie released a song through iTunes. The song, “Where Are We Now?” is a mournful, tender ballad that name-checks many of the places in Berlin where Bowie hung out in the 1970s, when he was arguably at his most creative. Now 66, Bowie—who mostly disappeared from public view around 2006, two years after a heart attack and amid rumors that he was terminally ill—ends the song with a simple expression of gratitude for being alive and not being alone: “As long as there’s me,” he sings, “as long as there’s you.”

Besides also releasing a video for “Where Are We Now?” that hit the same notes of reminiscence and humility, Bowie said nothing. There was no press conference to announce a world tour. There were no interviews, no marketing campaign, not so much as a tweet. There was just the promise on his website of an album to come in March. On Feb. 26, again with no prior fanfare, he released the thrilling, unsettling video for the more up-tempo second single, “The Stars (Are Out Tonight),” which pairs Bowie with his female doppelgänger, the actor Tilda Swinton. A few days later, iTunes unexpectedly began streaming the album, The Next Day, for free before its official release on March 12. The reviews have been overwhelmingly enthusiastic. Still, Bowie has said nothing in public.




Smart move. With each year that went by with barely a sign of life from Bowie—no concerts, no red-carpet appearances with his wife (the Somali-born model Iman), few paparazzi shots, no movie cameos, no exhibitions of his paintings—a sense of mystery steadily grew around him. What was he up to? Was that heart attack he suffered backstage in 2004 the first sign of an irreversible decline? Would he ever produce any more music? Day by day, he became ever more unknowable. And by staying silent and invisible, he gradually hauled back the magical sense of distance that made him the strangest and most compelling rock star of the 1970s, someone who taught the likes of Prince and Madonna lessons in how to shift visual and musical styles and keep people surprised, guessing and wanting more.

They were lessons he himself seemed to have forgotten for a long stretch—for most of the 1980s, all of the 1990s and some of the following decade, in fact. There were too many records lacking good songs, too many middle-of-the-road concerts. (I went to one in London in 1990 that stopped for an intermission!) For Bowie, coming across as all-accessible was a near fatal career shift. This was a rock star who, perhaps more than any other, had hidden behind bizarre, intimidating invented personas. Kids in 1972 may have yearned to know who the bone-thin, made-up, sexually ambiguous Ziggy Stardust character really was—but they may not have wanted, deep down, to find out. The yearning to know was pleasure enough.

Bowie’s last recording until now was released in 2003: Reality, an inoffensive rock record free of riveting melodies or mysteries. His new one, The Next Day, is great. It feels unrushed, the work of many years of thought and honing. (Musicians who worked on it, including his longtime producer, Tony Visconti, have said it took two years to make; they reportedly signed nondisclosure agreements to help keep the recording sessions secret.) In his seventh decade, Bowie makes no attempt on The Next Day to seem young; the songs are full of moments of vulnerability and frailty, and they’re all the more powerful for that. “Here I am, not quite dying,” he almost shouts on the opening and title track.


In spite of the first single’s gentleness, The Next Day is—as Visconti has said—fundamentally a rock album. Many of the songs are insistent and occasionally menacing. Messy guitars rip in and out of the bass-led saxophone thump of “Dirty Boys.” There’s more threat and big bass in “Love Is Lost”: “It’s the darkest hour, you’re 22, the voice of youth, the hour of dread.” When he first attracted wide notice in 1969, scoring his first British hit with “Space Oddity,” Bowie instantly appealed to annoyed, alienated kids who felt he somehow understood them. “Love Is Lost” suggests he’s still speaking to the age group that made him a star—or at least he’s thinking of them.

On “The Stars (Are Out Tonight),” he revisits a preoccupation from his own youth: fame. In the video, two androgynous models—chosen for their uncanny resemblance to Bowie—portray rock stars who move in next door to a staid married couple played by Bowie and Swinton, invading their home, their sleep, their desires and finally their identities. “We will never be rid of these stars, but I hope they live forever,” sings Bowie, a man who spent his entire youth chasing fame and who played no small part in influencing our fame-obsessed culture. Directed by Floria Sigismondi, the video captures the song’s urgent erotic longing; it’s as brilliantly strange as the landmark promo for Bowie’s 1980 single “Ashes to Ashes,” which made a case for music videos as an art form before MTV even went on air.

The man who by then had spent a decade experimenting with various identities grew up plain old David Jones, a middle-class boy from London’s suburbs who changed his stage name to Bowie in the mid-1960s because Davy Jones of the Monkees was beginning to find fame. The young Bowie chased stardom, trying whatever might work: R&B, hippie folk, a sped-up voice on a novelty track called “The Laughing Gnome.” It was Ziggy, the alien messiah rock star and protagonist of the 1972 concept album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, who finally proved to be Bowie’s vehicle to stardom. His first appearance as Ziggy on the BBC’s Top of the Pops weekly music show, singing “Starman” from Ziggy Stardust, startled millions of viewers in Britain—it helped that he lovingly put his arm around his (male) guitarist—and succeeded in what the lyrics of “Starman” threatened: “He’d like to come and meet us, but he thinks he’d blow our minds.”

Having deepened the sexual confusion of a generation, Bowie dropped the Ziggy persona—along with glam rock—and by 1975′s Young Americans he was crooning what he called plastic soul. By the mid-1970s he had all but morphed into a character heralded on 1976′s Station to Station: the Thin White Duke, addicted to cocaine, paranoid, skeletal and prone to wondering aloud about the upside to fascism. Living mostly in Los Angeles during this period, he was deeply unhappy, as he later said, and improbably hardworking, producing more than an album a year, on average, through the decade. Possibly heading for an early death from cocaine abuse, Bowie fled L.A. and his home in Switzerland, where he had moved in 1976, for the comparatively ascetic calm of Berlin. There he worked with producer Brian Eno on a trilogy of albums—the experimental, sometimes esoteric Low, “Heroes” and Lodger—that many critics consider his creative high point.

Bowie’s prolific output in the 1970s forms the burning heart of his career, both musically and visually. No other rock performer had embraced fashion and theater with such enthusiasm. In a dress-down era of jeans, beards and denim jackets, Bowie as Ziggy went onstage in heels, makeup, boas and avant-garde costumes made for him by young designers like Japan’s Kansai Yamamoto. Bowie was wearing tight woolen bodysuits missing the left arm and the right leg and exposing much of the right butt cheek long before some of his most obvious students (we’re looking at you, Lady Gaga) were born.

Those still surprising ensembles are a key part of the exhibit “David Bowie Is,” which opens March 23 at London’s Victoria and Albert Museum. (The show has broken the museum’s record for advance ticket sales.) Bowie has given the museum full access to his archive, which includes 75,000 items; along with the outfits and previously unseen photographs, the curators have dug up notebooks with the scribbled lyrics of some of his best songs, including perhaps his finest six minutes on record, the 1977 tale of young lovers meeting next to the Berlin Wall, “Heroes.”


But you hit 1983 in the show’s catalog and something happens: the suits. Starting with the videos for that year’s album, Let’s Dance, and his Serious Moonlight tour, these outfits—a kind of neocolonialist take on a zoot suit—mark a public turning away from what we previously knew as the Bowie-esque style (although he had worn some natty suits during his soul stage). Shoulder pads bulge Dynasty-style from the red suit he wore on his hugely profitable, hugely overblown Glass Spider tour in 1987. It’s hard not to flinch at the sight.

And in those years, it was hard not to flinch at the music. For all of Bowie’s repeated insistence from an early age that he wasn’t a good musician or even a musician at all—that he was really an actor—he’s always risen and fallen on the strength of his songwriting and recordings. Music has been the problem that’s burdened him since 1980′s Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps), which is widely considered his last great record. Let’s Dance blended the dance-friendly sensibility of producer Nile Rodgers, some of Bowie’s most soaring vocals and searing, bluesy guitar riffs from Stevie Ray Vaughan. It’s a superfun mainstream rock album and still Bowie’s most commercially successful record. His next two, Tonight (1984) and Never Let Me Down (1987), were the worst of his career: bombastic and confused attempts to satisfy his creative soul but also to take advantage of new opportunities to make a lot of money from stadium rock.

His career never fully recovered, even though moments of brilliance flashed in some of the records that followed. (His soundtrack for the British television series The Buddha of Suburbia, from 1993, is a modest high point.) A nadir was 1997′s Earthling, which found Bowie, then 50, trying clumsily to appropriate a then au courant form of British dance music called drum ‘n’ bass—and, in a larger sense, to claw back his hold on youth culture. The same year, Bowie sold the rights to the following 10 years’ worth of royalties from most of his songs. The issue of “Bowie bonds” netted him $55 million up front and did his reputation as a countercultural figure no good.

Meanwhile, a contemporary and hero of his was showing that he still knew how it was done. Months after the release of Earthling, Bob Dylan released Time Out of Mind. It was packed full of controlled but anguished songs about the challenges that come with no longer being a young man—something Bowie seemed to be struggling with too. In a 1998 interview with the New York Times, Bowie said, “Now his music has such resonance that when I first put his new album on, I thought I should just give up.” It seemed clear what he was thinking, though he left the thought unspoken: Why can’t I do that any longer?

Now we know: he can. If there’s a key to The Next Day‘s triumph—and to every move Bowie has made in public since Jan. 8—it’s his willingness to look back without lapsing into maudlin nostalgia or a rote rehashing of past glories. Many of the songs on the album make direct reference to some of his strongest work from the 1970s—there’s the drumbeat that opens the Ziggy Stardust album! There’s a guitar riff from Lodger!—but the gazing back feels like a frank reckoning instead of a sign of defeat. Rather miraculously, Bowie has picked up where he left off when he was last genuinely great. This is a record that could have been made in 1981. It’s so much better to have it late than never.


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THE NEXT DAY DELUXE IN AT #1 IN 21 COUNTRIES

"And the next day, And the next"

Further congratulations are due to David Bowie for the continued success of his new album. http://smarturl.it/DBsplash

The Deluxe version of The Next Day has entered the iTunes album chart at #1 in 21 countries around the globe, as you can see from the accompanying graphic.

Thanks again to everybody who has bought the album thus far, both in the digital and physical formats, couldn’t do it without your support.



(it didn't come out in N.A. yet so those charts are obviously not available yet)

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I'm in love with this whole album. After many listens, I think Love is Lost is my favourite now (followed by Dirty Boys). Love is Lost is unbelievably good and hits me right in the feels. Ow~~

Love Is Lost (David Bowie)

It’s the darkest hour, you’re twenty two
The voice of youth, the hour of dread
The darkest hour and your voice is new
Love is lost, lost is love

Your country's new
Your friends are new
Your house and even your eyes are new
Your maid is new and your accent too
But your fear is as old as the world

Say goodbye to the thrills of life
Where love was good, no love was bad
Wave goodbye to the life without pain
Say hello
You’re a beautiful girl

Say hello to the lunatic men
Tell them your secrets
They’re like the grave
Oh, what have you done?
Oh, what have you done?
Love is lost, lost is love

You know so much, it’s making you cry
You refuse to talk but you think like mad
You’ve cut out your soul and the face of thought
Oh, what have you done?
Oh, what have you done?



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Angie needs to shut the fuck up. At the same time, I can't help but feel horribly amused at her bitterness. I had to post this for that reason alone --- Now that most of you Bowie stans got to listen to the album a few times (I hope?), what do you think? What're your favs? Also, N.A. people, don't forget to buy the album in a couple of days!!!! I'll have to wait a bit longer for the vinyl but I did preorder the digital copy too. UGH can't wait to hold the record in my hands though hurrrryyyyyy up Amazon!!!