29. After the 9/11 tragedy many artists released “let’s all hug each other and everything’s gonna be OK” type music. Not David Bowie. He released HEATHEN, his most angry, anxiety ridden music in years…and it’s his late career masterpiece. Bowie would go on to claim that the album wasn’t really influenced by the 9/11 attacks [Would you want your art forever linked to that?], but Bowie was living and recording in New York City at the time and you can see it in the lyrics of several of the songs. Plus, there’s the album artwork, which is probably my favorite of his career. His face is on the cover, sullen, looking skyward, eyes full of stars, with the album title inverted. Aside from the cover’s title, all other text throughout is written with a strike through it, as if redacted. The back cover is a close-up of his hands ripping pages out of a book (the Bible?). The inner booklet has his hands holding a crucifix, but the crucifix is scratched out. There are also various classical religious paintings that have been defaced with paint blotches or rips in the fabric. And then there’s the full body shot of Bowie descending an illuminated staircase, presumably leaving his faith behind. I think a tragedy like 9/11 can have anyone questioning their faith. Bowie was agnostic at best, but the artwork speaks volumes regardless. HEATHEN was the first Bowie album produced by Tony Visconti since 1980’s SCARY MONSTERS. Visconti would go on to produce every consecutive album for the rest of Bowie’s career. Bowie released no music videos for this album, letting the music speak for itself. (Although an unused video for “Slow Burn” did eventually leak onto the internet many years later.) Visconti considered HEATHEN to be Bowie’s magnum opus. “I told him, ‘That was more like a symphony,’” Visconti recalled. I love this album so much. So, so, so much. It’s on my top 5 all-time and certainly my #1 favorite of his post-millennial output. Every song is so good I could pick almost any as my favorite. But in the end, I have to pick the album opener, “Sunday.” This song is so amazing I almost couldn’t believe it when I first heard it. I had suffered through a somewhat lackluster Bowie 90’s period (comparatively speaking) and this song just knocked my socks off. “Welcome to a rejuvenated, exciting new period of Bowie’s career,” it said to me, as it crescendoed to its explosive finale and Bowie’s rebirth (“Everything has chaaaaaaaaaanged…”).














