On Bowie

This is part one in a series leading up to my actual review of the concert.

I feel that first I must expound upon the import of Bowieness upon the formation of my youth.

Bear with me as I was nostalgic and self importnat…

Part I: Ziggy Saves

When I was 14, my best friend lent me a copy of “Never Let Me Down” and rented the movie “Labyrinth” for me.

I lapped it up like cream set before a housecat and was dying for more. It was 1988 and Bowie’s catalogue had not yet been rereleased by Ryko, so the only way to find the bulk of it was to go trolling the aisles of Bookman’s for ancient original cassette releases.

Sophomore year, I found what I was after. Manna from heaven. The Holy Grail. I came to possess a copy of “The Rise and Fall Of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars.”Lying on my floor, feet up against the dresser, eyes closed, I imagined the story of the Starman rock saviour coming down to save a world that had only five years left to live. I was transfixed, I was transformed.

coming soon…why Bowie?

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