To my credit, my unconditional love for Young Americans totally blinded me at the time. Young Americans is one of the records that has marked me the most. The fact that Bowie so quickly abandoned what represented in my eyes his musical and visual apotheosis, was therefore raw heresy. I certainly remembered, like everyone else, that Bowie had "eliminated" Ziggy Stardust and his counterpart Aladdin Sane. Then the sumptuous Diamond Dogs LP's Halloween Jack character, who gradually suffered the same fate during the aborted Diamond Dogs U.S. Tour, giving way to the Philly Dogs Tour, matrix of the album The Gouster. The latter eventually became Young Americans, with its voluptuous, skinny, precious, coke addict and ultra-sophisticated dandy. I simply hadn't grasped that Bowie was in essence and by artistic philosophy a serial killer : each new incarnation was doomed the very day of his birth, the author radically moving to another one, album after album...