The David Bowie Diet

The Thin White Duke, indeed.

The Thin White Duke, indeed.

“Don’t talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses…”
—D. Bowie, “Big Brother”

Among the things I’ve learned from Marc Spitz’s Bowie is that if you want to weigh 85 pounds like David Bowie did in 1984, you should try a strict diet of

cocaine, coffee, Marlboros, red and green peppers and whole milk from the carton

In fact cocaine is one of the more important characters in the book, David’s constant companion throughout the mid-70s, a key contributor to the making of Diamond Dogs, Young Americans, and Station to Station, just for starters. I was surprised to find that it didn’t get its own entry in the index, although there are 21 entries under “Bowie, David, cocaine addiction of”—not to mention 11 more under “drug-induced paranoia and psychosis of,” which is itself reason enough to think twice about trying the David Bowie Diet. I myself have always been terrified of cocaine, in part because of what it did to David Bowie while helping him make some of the greatest music ever recorded.

Spitz seems to find it similarly inspirational. Several of the better passages in the book are on this subject, like this one:

I associate certain rockers with certain drugs. When I think of Sid Vicious, I think of heroin more than I think of, say, the bass guitar. I love the Pogues, but when I think of Shane McGowan, I think of streams of whiskey. I associate certain rockers with certain drugs mostly when I am actually consuming those drugs. There’s an old punk rock album by a Los Angeles eccentric named Black Randy (and his band the Metro Squad) entitled Pass the Dust, I Think I’m Bowie (Randy re-creates the Hunky Dory sleeve on the cover). When someone is passing me the disco dust, I don’t necessarily think that I am Bowie, but I certainly have thoughts about Bowie. When the Beastie Boys acted like they still did coke, they thought of Bowie. You may recall this lyric from 1989’s “Car Thief” (from Paul’s Boutique, still their best record): “You be doing nose candy on the Bowie coke mirror/My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her.”

They actually make Bowie coke mirrors. I bought one on eBay UK. But since I don’t do coke anymore, I gave it to a girlfriend as a gift. She uses it as a compact.

Or this one:

Although there’s no way to measure this in any forensic sense, it’s wholly possible that David Bowie did more cocaine in the mid-1970s than anyone else in popular culture: the Eagles, Elton John, the Stones, Rick James, Oliver Stone, Hollywood Henderson or Julie Your Cruise Director.

By 1973, cocaine, long a recreational substance and status symbol with an extensive history of glamour, was so firmly entrenched in the culture that President Nixon declared war on the cocaine cowboys importing it from Colombian killing fields in private planes and disseminating it throughout the cities and suburbs until coke abuse took on the properties of a biological epidemic. Disco swingers wore “Coke Adds Life” pendants, and 18-karat gold spoons against their hairy chest or perfumed cleavage. Consumption was often done in restaurants and bars with the same élan one would use to sample from the wine list. As late as 1974, many people weren’t convinced it was at all addictive.

“So much publicity has gone out on heroin that people don’t want to get started on it,” Irwin Swank of Chicago’s Bureau of Narcotics is quoted as saying in a Newsweek cover story on the cocaine craze. “But you get a good high with coke and you don’t get hooked.” Mr. Swank, clearly a glass half full kind of Narco.

Or, finally, this one:

While planning the follow-up to Young Americans, Bowie would sit in the house with a pile of high-quality cocaine atop the glass coffee table, a sketch pad and a stack of books. Psychic Self-Defense by Dion Fortune was his favorite. Its author describes the book as a “safeguard for protecting yourself against paranormal malevolence.” Psychic Self-Defense‘s instructions (“Sever all connections with suspected originators”) seem like a paradigm for the isolated and suspicious mode in which Bowie conducted himself during this period, except, of course, for one of Fortune’s key tenets: “Keep away from drugs.” Using this and more arcane books on witchcraft, white magic and its malevolent counterpart, black magic, as rough guides to his own rapidly fragmenting psyche, Bowie began drawing protective pentagrams on every surface.

“It was very speedy coke,” [Glenn] Hughes says. “David never slept. Never slept. He was in a coke storm. We would be up three or four days at a time. I’d leave and come back and continue the same conversation we left off.”

“I’d stay up for weeks. Even people like Keith Richards were floored by it,” Bowie would later recall. “And there were pieces of me all over the floor.”

Well, yes…when Keith Richards thinks you’re overdoing it on the drugs, it may be time to get some help.

10 Responses to “The David Bowie Diet”

  1. Merle Baggard Says:


  2. Knox Bronson Says:

    “Lights in the snowstorm/Freezing your brain/Do you think that/Your face looks the same?”

    So that was David’s diet.

    This was the good Doctor Thompson’s suggestion for breakfast:

    “Four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…. Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music…. All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”

    While David’s diet does not seem quite as nourishing as Thompson’s, he is alive while the good doctor went bye-bye … no conclusion I can draw from this.

  3. Nguyen Von Funk Says:

    Damn you Bill!

    Like I am not half a dozen books behind already and now I have to read Bowie. At your suggestion I read Bill Graham’s bio about 2 years ago and really enjoyed it.

  4. Shaun Filson Says:

    I wonder if this is the meaning behind “Always Crashing in the Same Car”? I once had that Black Randy album. Can you believe it? However, I always thought BR was referring to angel dust . . . one of my personal favorites. Thank you for this great stuff! Next up: Bing and David.

  5. bill Says:

    re “Always Crashing in the Same Car,” “The Complete David Bowie” sez:

    “The lyrics make direct reference to an unfortunate incident in which David drunkenly wrote off his 1950s Mercedes while recklessly negotiating an underground parking lot in Berlin…. But on a wider scale the song operates as a metaphor for Bowie’s convulsive career swings, lifestyle changes and obsessive traveling.”

    And Thomas Seabrook’s “Bowie in Berlin” explicates further:

    “Consider this: It’s Monday, probably, and if there’s a greasy pipe to be slithered down, David Bowie has slithered down it. He is, by his own admission, lucky to be alive, having come so close to exploding in a coke-fuelled supernova during his recent yearlong stay in Los Angeles. Since then he has relocated to Berlin, in the vain hope of ‘cleaning up,’ and now finds himself behind the wheel of an open-topped Mercedes Benz Ponton, cruising the city’s ripped backside with Iggy Pop, once of the Stooges, in the backseat.

    “This unlikely double-act has been joined at the hip since the start of the year, united by a desire to curb their prodigious chemical appetites and uncertainty about how on Earth to go about it. Some days are better than others. ‘There’s seven days in a week,’ Iggy would later recall: two for bingeing, two for recovery, and three more for ‘any other activity.’ Sometimes that meant painting, reading, or visiting art galleries; sometimes drinking the night away in dimly lit sidestreet clubs, watching women dressed as men dressed as women sing ancient songs of love, loss, and war. On other occasions it meant pulling the top down and putting your foot to the floor, doing laps of the city in search of something better to do.

    “That, in fact, is what these dum dum boys are up to tonight: riding and riding, in Iggy’s words, or ‘going round and round’ in Bowie’s. Pulling into the Kurfürstendamm, one of the main arteries of West Berlin’s zigzagging network of roads, they spot someone they know, parked by the side of the road — not a friend, mind you, but a drug dealer, whom Bowie is pretty sure has pulled a fast one on them. What can we do about this? he wonders. Stepping out of the car and resolving the situation in gentlemanly fashion isn’t an option. Someone, as he might later sing, could get killed. No, there’s only one thing for this, he thinks, as he rams the front grille of the Mercedes into the back of the dealer’s car — and then reverses, and does it again.

    ” ‘I rammed him for a good five to ten minutes,’ Bowie later recalled, between songs at a BBC concert in 2000. ‘Nobody stopped. Nobody did anything.’ In the end, confident that he’s made his point clearly enough, he drives away, but the incident is far from over. Having broken so dramatically out of the state of catatonic inertia that has dogged him for the past few months, the horror of what he has just done begins to dawn on him. Later the same evening, he finds himself in the basement car park of the hotel in which he and Iggy have been staying, driving round in circles, pushing close to 100 miles an hour and giving serious thought to the idea of bringing a definite close to this sorry charade by ramming the car into a wall. Until, that is, it runs out of gas. Crisis averted, this time.”

  6. Amelia Thomas Says:

    David Bowie has some really eccentric personality but i like his style of music. he is a good actor too.`*”

  7. Billy Lloyd Says:

    when i hear about David Bowie, it reminds me of Vanilla Ice. ;~*

  8. The Philter » Blog Archive » What’s Blowing My Mind, 2013 Edition (Part 4) Says:

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  9. David Says:

    The pictures indicate that there might be something wrong with the supposedly lowest weight of Bowie.

    Although very thin, it is almost impossible that a person about 1.80 m tall (?) at around 85 pounds looks that way. You could expect that a person with these data doesn’t look like a thin white duke, but like a skeleton or an anorexic prone to starvation (and they look very different – you can literally count the ribs, arms and chest are far skinnier – and this is an absolutely life-threatening stage). And of course with such a starved body you are simply incapable of doing any performance on stage like Bowie did in the 70s.

    Maybe he was a little smaller than claimed in contemporary media, maybe around 1.70/1.75 m? Maybe the lowest weight was still above 50 pounds?

    I know numerous anorexic patients, and some 30 years ago I was anorexic myself. And I still own photographs of me taken at that time (at hospital, it was considered acutely life-threatening). I know what height and weight I had in the 80s.

    So if there are ways to verify if the often-repeated claims are really true (which I doubt), I would be glad if someone could mention them.

    And, not to forget, I like his work very much. It helped me recover from my own eating disorder and to pursue a , as far as that may be possible – some residues are still there – 30 years later.

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