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Gina's avatar

I’ve already commented on your last Substack about Station to Station and this comment is about Bowie’s weight. When looking back at his career, he was always thin in a way a super model used to be. No matter how gaunt he was, clothes always looked amazing on him. Think back to his Ziggy Stardust era. He looked as if he just walked off the catwalk to perform. The only other person that comes to mind when dealing with extreme fashion sense and the ability to carry it off is the late great Robert Palmer, Mr. Slick and Suave! Maybe you could do a deep dive on Sneakin Sally Through the Alley with another late great, Lowell George and the incredible rhythm section of Little Feat.

Howard Salmon's avatar

This album is one of those records I somehow forget about—and every time I return to it, I’m stunned all over again. Station to Station never feels small. It feels like a pivot point in Bowie’s entire arc: unstable, ambitious, spiritually searching, and musically fearless.

I appreciate how you frame it as both a bridge and a crisis document—not just the Thin White Duke mythology, but the actual creative engine behind it. Your take on “Word on a Wing” as the emotional key especially resonates. That song alone feels like Bowie admitting, in real time, that he was in trouble and reaching for something higher.

This was a great excuse to put the record back on—loud.

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