The Thin White Duke

I'm going through a Bowie-issance these days. Station to Station is the album of the moment for me, and I'm especially fascinated with the coke addled White Duke phase. Here's an interview from Dinah Shore, 1975. He effuses respect for Henry Winkler and the character Fonzie. Holy shit. That's some good coke.



Favorite Wiki Quote:

According to biographer David Buckley, Bowie, based in Los Angeles, fuelled by an "astronomic" cocaine habit and subsisting on a diet of peppers and milk, spent much of 1975-76 "in a state of psychic terror". Stories – mostly from one interview, pieces of which found their way into Playboy and Rolling Stone – circulated of the singer living in a house full of Egyptian artefacts, burning black candles, seeing bodies fall past his window, having his semen stolen by witches, receiving secret messages from The Rolling Stones, and living in morbid fear of fellow Aleister Crowley aficionado Jimmy Page. Bowie would later say of LA, "The fucking place should be wiped off the face of the earth".