David Bowie: The Man Who Sold the World (Mercury SR 61325)

SOMEHOW IT seems that it is during my occasional moments of paranoid fantasy that all the strange social phenomena that the media-systems funnel into my (and your) sensibilities drift together to form a disturbing, but somehow coherent whole. With paranoia (a word I don't especially like, but I need something a bit stronger than skepticism) providing a fresh frame of reference, and with fantasy freeing the imagination to deal with the myriad possibilities that the rigidly logical mind habitually filters out of consideration, the multifarious ripples and currents that cross the pools of American life are seen to be interrelated, not necessarily in a strict cause-and-effect partnership, but in some less rigorous, mysteriously ordained pattern.