David Bowie

A Reality Tour

by Ben Schumer

26 January 2010

This document of his 2003-04 tour is proof that the Thin White Duke is still in top form, and a reminder that he needs to tour again.
 

Hot tramp, I love you so.

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David Bowie

A Reality Tour

(ISO/Columbia/Legacy)
US: 26 Jan 2010
UK: 25 Jan 2010

The most surprising thing about A Reality Tour, a live album documenting David Bowie’s titular 2003-04 tour, is that the Thin White Duke still sounds like the Thin White Duke. At the time of this recording, Bowie was 56 years old. Yet, listening to this recording, the man barely sounds a day past Station to Station. Bowie remains vital, spry, and preternaturally alluring. As always, he has surrounded himself with a stellar band that includes two of his greatest accomplices: pianist/keyboardist Mike Garson and guitarist Earl Slick. Over the course of two and half hours, Bowie and his band rip through 33 tracks that include his biggest hits (“Under Pressure” and “Rebel Rebel”) and deepest cuts (“Fantastic Voyage” and “Be My Wife”).

Another surprising thing about this album: many of Bowie’s newest compositions sound just as potent as the obligatory warhorses. While Reality—Bowie’s most recent album and the impetus for the tour—was certainly a solid LP, it’s nevertheless a shock that some of the best cuts on A Reality Tour (“New Killer Star” and “Never Get Old”) are from that album. Some of the selections from 2002’s Heathen (“Sunday” and “Afraid”) also benefit from the live context. Listening to A Reality Tour makes one thing abundantly clear: like Dylan, Bowie’s most recent material is worth giving a damn about.

Bowie revels in reclaiming material that he wrote for others (Iggy Pop’s “Sister Midnight” and Mott the Hoople’s “All the Young Dudes”) as well as covering those he admires (Pixies’ “Cactus”). During “Cactus”, he momentarily segues into T. Rex’s “Bang a Gong (Get It On)” as if he wanted to pull back the epidermis and expose the DNA connecting T. Rex, himself, and the Pixies. The biggest treat on A Reality Tour is hearing Bowie put his own stamp on the lurching, menacing “Sister Midnight”. Somehow, he manages to sound more lecherous than Iggy Pop.

After 37 years of wear and tear, you might expect “Five Years” to falter a bit, but it still absolutely soars. Bowie nails the resignation in the song’s direful lyrics, which feel heavier now than ever:

Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he wasn’t lying.

Elsewhere, the songs that you expect to deliver do just that. It might be impossible to fuck up songs like “Ashes to Ashes” and “Heroes”, but there isn’t a second of either that feels phoned in. Bowie belts outs “I, I will be king / And you, you will be queen” like his next breathe of life depends on it.

My only real complaint about A Reality Tour is admittedly trivial. I’m a little shocked that there isn’t a single song from Aladdin Sane or Station to Station on here. Also, no “Let’s Dance”?!  Regardless, A Reality Tour does what any great live album should: it fills you with envy if you missed the tour or serves as a superb audio keepsake if you made the tour. Towards the end of “Rebel Rebel”, the audience suddenly swells up to deliver the song’s immortal line: “Hot tramp, I love you so!”  On A Reality Tour, Bowie proves that love is well-earned.

A Reality Tour

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