Here's Bowie in 1980 wrestling with the same structural tension that my model frames. He kept trying to resolve it, but ultimately he failed. He was too early, I hope that I am not, time will tell, it always does.
Read his words, woven into to a disjointed soundscape on the edge of chaos. Truly fascinating.
There's a brand new dance
But I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
Do again and again
It's big and it's bland
Full of tension and fear
They do it over there
But we don't do it here
Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion, turn to the right
Ooh, fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
There's a brand new talk
But it's not very clear (oh, bop)
That people from good homes
Are talking this year (oh, bop, fashion)
It's loud and it's tasteless
I've not heard it before (oh, bop)
You shout it while you're dancing
On the dance floor (oh, bop, fashion)
Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion, right
Fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Oh, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion