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Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World 1993

"The Man Who Sold the World" is the title track of David Bowie's third studio album, which was released in 1970 in the US and in 1971 in the UK. Although no singles were issued from the album, the song appeared as the B-side on the 1973 reissue US single release of "Space Oddity" and UK single release of "Life on Mars?".

In his journals, Kurt Cobain of the American grunge band Nirvana ranked the album The Man Who Sold the World at number 45 in his top 50 favourite albums. Nirvana subsequently recorded a live rendition of the song during their MTV Unplugged appearance at Sony Music Studios in New York City on 18 November 1993 and it was included on their MTV Unplugged in New York album released on November 1, 1994, nearly seven months following the death of Cobain. The song was also released as a promotional single for the album in 1995.

Nirvana's cover received considerable airplay on alternative rock radio stations and was also placed into heavy rotation on MTV, peaking at number 3 on MTV's most played videos on 18 February 1995; it also peaked for two weeks at number 7 on Canada's MuchMusic Countdown in March 1995. Nirvana regularly covered the song during live sets after their MTV Unplugged performance up until Cobain's death. In 2002, the song was re-released on Nirvana's self-titled "best of" compilation.

Bowie said of Nirvana's cover: "I was simply blown away when I found that Kurt Cobain liked my work, and have always wanted to talk to him about his reasons for covering 'The Man Who Sold the World'" and that "it was a good straight forward rendition and sounded somehow very honest." Bowie called Nirvana's cover "heartfelt", noting that "until this [cover], it hadn't occurred to me that I was part of America's musical landscape. I always felt my weight in Europe, but not [in the US]." In the wake of its release, Bowie bemoaned the fact that when he performed the number himself, he would encounter "kids that come up afterwards and say, 'It's cool you're doing a Nirvana song.' And I think, 'Fuck you, you little tosser!'"

At a pre–Grammy Awards party on 14 February 2016, Nirvana band members Krist Novoselic, Dave Grohl, and Pat Smear teamed up with Beck to perform "The Man Who Sold the World" in tribute to Bowie – who had died the month before — with Beck performing vocals.

"The Man Who Sold the World" received a total of 77,6% yes votes! Dave Grohl has previously been featured in the polls with Foo Fighter's "The Pretender" at #111 and as a drummer on Queens of the Stone Age's "No One Knows" at #87, and David Bowie has been featured with "I'm Afraid of Americans" at #33.

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poop-diddy-scoop · 27 days

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90’s bowie (was thinking maybe hours era?) asks you to pose nude for a painting. he is, of course, a gentleman, but things escalate a bit after a wine and cigarette break

david bowie x reader - chiaroscuro

a/n: i actually love y'all you are all my elite employees

The dimly lit studio was a haven of creativity, with paint-splattered canvases leaning against the walls and the faint smell of turpentine lingering in the air. David Bowie stood before an easel, his piercing gaze focused intently on the half-finished painting in front of him. His fingers, adorned with rings that caught the light in mesmerizing patterns, delicately swirled a brush loaded with vibrant hues of blue and crimson.

You, on the other hand, reclined on a plush chaise longue, draped in a silken robe that clung to your curves like a lover's caress. Your presence exuded an air of confidence, a testament to years spent in front of the lens and the brush alike. Modeling was your craft, your livelihood, and you wore it with the ease of someone who had mastered their art.

David glanced over his shoulder, his mismatched eyes alight with a spark of anticipation as they met yours. "I hope you don't mind me saying, darling, but you have the most exquisite form. It's positively begging to be immortalized on canvas."

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you arched an eyebrow. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Bowie. But I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised by your request. After all, it's not every day that a rock icon asks you to disrobe for a painting."

He chuckled, a melodic sound that seemed to dance through the air like a forgotten melody. "I assure you, it's purely professional. I'm working on a new series, exploring the juxtaposition of beauty and vulnerability. And who better to embody that dichotomy than you?"

You feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping a finger against your chin in mock contemplation. "Well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse? Consider me your muse, Mr. Bowie."

With a flourish, you shed the robe, allowing it to pool at your feet in a cascade of silk. David's eyes widened imperceptibly at the sight before him, his lips parting in silent awe. But there was a reverence in his gaze, a respect for the human form that transcended mere physicality.

As you settled into your pose, limbs arranged in a graceful tableau of curves and angles, David set to work with a quiet intensity. The rhythmic scrape of the brush against canvas filled the room, punctuated by the occasional murmur of approval or dissatisfaction from the artist.

Hours slipped by in a haze of creative fervor, each stroke of the brush imbuing the painting with a sense of life and vitality. And through it all, you remained the steadfast muse, unyielding in your commitment to the artistry unfolding before you.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows lengthened, David called for a pause, setting aside his brushes with a weary sigh. "I think we've made excellent progress today, don't you?"

You nodded in agreement, stretching languidly as you rose from the chaise longue. "Absolutely. I can't wait to see the finished piece. Though I must admit, I could use a break. Care to join me for a glass of wine?"

David's eyes brightened at the suggestion, a playful smile gracing his lips. "I thought you'd never ask, darling. Lead the way."

The two of you retreated to a cozy sitting area nestled in the corner of the studio, where a bottle of wine awaited with two crystal glasses glinting in the soft lamplight. David poured with practiced precision, the ruby-red liquid swirling hypnotically in the glass.

As you settled into the cushions, a comfortable silence descended between you, broken only by the occasional clink of glass and the crackle of a cigarette being lit. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with a palpable energy that seemed to thrum beneath the surface.

It was then that David spoke, his voice low and velvety with a hint of mischief. "You know, darling, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you took a sip of wine. "Oh? And what might that be, Mr. Bowie?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Would you be opposed to a more... intimate collaboration?"

A shiver raced down your spine at the suggestion, your heart quickening in your chest. But there was a fire in David's eyes, a hunger that mirrored your own, and you found yourself unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence.

With a coy smile, you set down your glass, reaching out to trace the contours of his face with trembling fingers. "I think that can be arranged, Mr. Bowie. After all, art knows no boundaries, does it?"

As David suggested returning to the painting, you obliged, slipping back into your pose with practiced ease. The atmosphere shifted slightly, the air tinged with a hint of anticipation as David's gaze lingered on you, his thoughts undoubtedly lingering on the momentary diversion you had shared.

With a gentle clearing of his throat, David redirected his focus to the canvas, his movements fluid as he resumed his work. But the tension lingered, a palpable undercurrent that pulsed between you, threatening to ignite once more with the slightest spark.

Hours slipped by in a blur of artistic fervor, the brushstrokes flowing effortlessly from David's hand as he brought the painting to life before your eyes. And as the final touches were added, a sense of satisfaction settled over the studio, a tangible reminder of the creative synergy you shared.

With a comical hurrah, David set his brushes aside, stepping back to admire his handiwork with a satisfied grin. "I think I'll call this one Chiaroscuro," he declared, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his mismatched eyes.

You laughed in agreement, the sound ringing out like a symphony in the dimly lit studio. With a playful swish of your robe, you made your way over to David's side, admiring the painting with a critical eye.

"It's brilliant," you remarked, tracing a finger along the contours of the canvas. "You've truly captured the essence of light and shadow."

David beamed at the praise, a flush of pride coloring his cheeks as he turned to face you. "Thank you, darling. But I must admit, you were the true inspiration behind it all."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you at his words. "Well, it takes two to tango, doesn't it? And you, Mr. Bowie, are an excellent dance partner."

As you settled back onto the cushions, David joined you, the warmth of his presence a comforting anchor in the sea of creativity that surrounded you. And as the minutes stretched into hours, you found yourselves lost in conversation, the words flowing effortlessly between you.

At length, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to compliment him profusely, your words tumbling out in a torrent of admiration. "You're incredibly attractive, David. From the wisdom in your eyes to the deft touch of your hands, there's something undeniably alluring about you."

David's cheeks flushed pink at the praise, his gaze dropping bashfully to his lap. "Oh, stop it, you're making me blush," he chuckled, a hint of self-consciousness coloring his words.

But you pressed on, determined to express the depth of your admiration. "And your hair," you continued, reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind his ear. "It's positively iconic. I've always been a sucker for a man with long hair."

A playful smile tugged at the corners of David's lips as he leaned into your touch, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I must admit, it's taken on a life of its own over the years. But I'm rather fond of it, if I do say so myself."

The air crackled with tension as the words hung between you, a silent invitation lingering in the space between heartbeats.

David's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise, "I feel like a sleazy old man next to you” he starts with a laugh, “but you're very attractive there's no denying that, love".

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at David's self-deprecating remark, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you leaned closer to him. "Oh, come now, David. You're hardly sleazy. And besides, a little bit of flattery never hurt anyone."

David's cheeks flushed pink at your words, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting yours once more. "I suppose you're right," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's impossible to deny the truth, isn't it? You're undeniably attractive."

You nodded along with a teasing smile, your fingers trailing lightly along his thigh as you moved closer to him. The heat of his skin seared through the fabric of his trousers, sending a shiver of anticipation racing down your spine.

"Yeah?" you prompted, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

David's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire as he met your gaze. "Hm?" he replied, his voice husky with longing. "Oh, really."

A charged silence hung between you, thick with unspoken desire as the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you.

"I've always been drawn to your eyes," David confessed, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the studio. "There's something about them that's utterly captivating."

You smiled, a soft blush blooming across your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Is that so?" you replied, your tone playful yet tinged with vulnerability.

David nodded, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Absolutely," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "They're like windows to your soul, drawing me in with their depth and intensity."

As the robe fell open, pooling at your feet, David's eyes widened in awe at the sight before him. His breath caught in his throat as you moved closer, your hands deftly undoing his belt with a confidence that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down his spine.

He watched in rapt fascination as you stroked him into hardness, his breath coming in shallow gasps as desire surged through him. And when you straddled him, sinking down onto his length with a slow, deliberate motion, a guttural moan escaped his lips, raw with need.

"God, you're so tight and warm—" David began, his words cut off by a sharp intake of breath as you clenched around him, your walls pulsing with a rhythm that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness.

You smiled at the reaction, a knowing glint in your eyes as you began to move, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm that set his blood on fire. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, building to an exquisite crescendo that threatened to consume him whole.

David's hands found purchase on your hips, his grip tight with need as he urged you on with a wordless plea. His eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide with a hunger that mirrored your own.

"More," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper against the backdrop of the studio. "Please, love, more."

You complied with his request, increasing the pace of your movements as you rode him with a fervor that bordered on desperation. And with each thrust, David's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the studio in a symphony of pleasure.

"Ah, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that, darling. Don't stop."

As the intensity of your lovemaking reached its peak, a primal urgency washed over you both, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust and each gasp, the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you entwined in a symphony of passion.

And then, with a shared cry of release, you came together, your bodies trembling in the throes of pleasure as waves of bliss washed over you. David's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered words of love and adoration.

"Oh, darling," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're incredible, yes you are."

You clung to him, your heart overflowing with emotion as you basked in the afterglow of your shared passion. His touch was gentle and comforting, his hands tracing soothing patterns along your back as he pressed kisses to your shoulder in a tender display of affection.

"You make me feel so alive," he whispered, his words a vow of devotion as he held you close. "As if I were freshly 30 again."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love as you returned his embrace, savouring the closeness you shared. "Touche," you replied, your voice soft with exhaustion.

"I could stay like this for a while, no?."

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