I'm so jazzed by the surprise news tonight (on his 66th birthday, no less) that Mr. Bowie is putting out his first new album in a decade. This announcement blind sided me considering he was supposedly retired from public, and he was living it. No touring since '04 (when he had surgery to fix a blocked artery), no public performances in 7 years. If that's not retirement, I don't know what is. Some pop legends, both Prince and Paul McCartney immediately come to mind for me, will be composing and releasing new music until they're pushing daisies. That wasn't Bowie apparently, and hey he earned the right to do whatever fucking pleased Ziggy's heart. I was resigned to that. (I suppose all things considered he was lucky to be alive since back in the day he did enough coke to open up his own ski resort.)
Welcome back Goblin King.