For those not entirely familiar with David Bowie’s oeuvre, The Buddha of Suburbia is a sort of sleeper album… a soundtrack with some nice vocal moments.
While participating some years ago at the old davidbowie.com forum, I got the impression that Bowie himself didn’t rank this album high among his personal favs. But the idea of some enlightened guy in the middle of nowhere sort of spoke to me.
Not to say I am enlightened! Far from it. But I have spent time in India – and then within Catholicism – so understand where the whole idea comes from, and how ‘wisdom’ in one culture or subculture can seem like ‘folly’ in another.
The solitary poet Emily Dickinson understood this all too well.
This photo was taken in a motel in Collingwood, Ontario. It’s a skiers town, near the Niagara Escarpment where the hills are just big enough to enjoy a good run. The time is New Year’s Eve. My parents took the kids up for a New Year’s party at their friends’ chalet.
We never owned a ski cabin as my parents opted to rent. In a way that’s too bad because the area is a total “scene” now for retired urban professionals, and my folks probably could have sold a property there for a good princely sum.
Oh well. Live and learn. Or as Hank Williams once put it, “We’re still a livin’ so everything’s okay!”