Thursday, 19 August 2004
On the Couch
I woke up this morning to David Bowie's voice echoing in my mind: "My mother said, to get things done, / 'You'd better not mess with Major Tom'." Already repeated several times in a row in the song, my brain kept replaying that block, mirrors upon mirrors.
I have been pretty lax lately. Maybe that's what I need: a bugaboo breathing down my neck (the lines refer to the titular Major Tom of another Bowie great). Something wicked this way comes, and all that. Unfortunately, the lyrics may prove all too prescient.
On the up side, my mind threw into the mix: "I'm happy, hope you're happy too." And I am happy. Unfortunately, the words in their original context aren't as simply innocent as that. Hmmm.