Gobsmacked On A Sunday.

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So.

In between getting tomorrow's lectures ready and reading somebody's grant this afternoon, I took advantage of a suddenly empty house to tab out a song I've been promising for a friend.

And it wasn't too hard.

But all of a sudden, about the third time through, I was struck dumb by the fact that I was, at least in my (admittedly limited) musical head, working on a Jeff Tweedy song.

Which is all fine and good.

Except...

The damn thing was written by Bowie.

Go figure.


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And the song was recorded in Berlin, years before the teenaged Tweedy even met his later to be Uncle Tupelowellian bandmate Jay Farrar in Belleville Illinois....Neu!


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