I bought this LP at a garage sale in Bakersfield, California. The guy was selling all his wife's stuff because she'd left him for a bartender. He wanted two bucks for it but I gave him three because I felt sorry for him. He said he was going to take all the money from the sale and buy himself a Harley. Judging by the stuff he was selling, I don't think he was being very realistic.
This is my favorite Bowie album. I love a lot of Bowie but this one always gets me going. The intro into "Young Americans," that honky tonk piano and then sax....really great. I like to stare into Bowie's eyes on the cover while I listen, all that airbrushed androgynous perfection. He dares you not to fall in love with him.