David Bowie on his most enduring of alter egos: New Yorker.
Sep 29, 2003 issue of NYmag
Around the end of 1966, my then manager, Ken Pitt, came back from a trip to the U.S. with two albums he had been given in New York. Since they weren’t particularly his cup of tea, he gave them to me to see what I made of them. The first was a great, rollicking, noisy anarchist-hippie affair by the Fugs—more fun than was healthy, and great drinking-and-getting-stoned music.