David Bowie: I spewed myself up.
John C. Reilly: I was just kind of paralyzed with fear. It was pretty cool.
Bowie: That, in itself, seemed a danger to some people.
Reilly: Well, you feel old when you don’t do Instagram. What’s my job going to be?
Bowie: A raving nut, a flower child or a dictator, some kind of reverend – I don’t know.
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Reilly: And then I’d just walk around with this portable cassette player and I’d just play the tape, obsessively listening to it over and over, to the point where I had every little grunt and half-word memorized.
Bowie: All you had to do was sew a button on or stitch a sleeve.
Reilly: [Laughs] Are you fucking kidding?
Bowie: No, no, no. Not at all.
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Reilly: Your childhood sanctuary has been taken over by barbarians.
Bowie: People aren’t very bright, you know. Elizabeth Taylor told me that once.
Reilly: Someone found them at the second hand store for piano rolls or whatever.
Bowie: Think of it, an empty screen that people could stare at for an hour and a half and not actually see anything but leave with an entire experience in their heads.
Reilly: I was too young for it, but I was into it.