“In the beginning there was no David Bowie, so he had to invent himself”

As I read through these passages, it struck me that David Bowie was a fascinating and complex individual who lived his life on his own terms. He was a star, no question about it, but he was also a man who seemed to be constantly reinventing himself, both musically and personally.

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The receptionist inquires, “Is that ‘Bowie’ you mentioned? I’m not sure how it’s spelled.” The Pierre Hotel, one of New York’s most prestigious yet understated establishments, boasts a lobby reminiscent of sculpted Turkish delight, bathed in warm, rosy and golden hues. Typically serene, however…

The fan exclaims, ‘David Bowie!’ reminiscent of a small footstep’s echo. The lobby swarms with fans, glittering in silvers, satins, even snakeskin, many adorned with bold, unisex makeup. A cacophony of shrieks and giggles fills the air as the guard lumberingly advances.

As a devoted film enthusiast, I eagerly anticipate the arrival of David Bowie from Beckenham, Kent – the man who dared to defy conventions and redefine music. Once an apprentice mime, a failed Tibetan monk, and a harbinger of the bisexual apocalypse, he donned frocks and eye-shadow with audacity. At just 28 years old, he’s sold over two million records in Britain alone, with concert tours in America selling out faster than tickets to the hottest films. Worldwide, his fame has sparked a frenzy that can only be compared to the excitement surrounding a groundbreaking new movie release – making him undeniably one of the biggest and most unlikely rock ‘n’ roll superstars on the planet.

The slow climb up in the 1960s

Initially, David Bowie didn’t exist as we know him today. Instead, he had to create his own identity. Born as David Jones, son of a PR manager for Dr Barnardo’s Homes, at the age of 17, he already led a band called Davy Jones and the Lower Third. Reflecting on this time, Bowie says, “I was a very intense mod.” The band was quite dynamic, with influences drawn from Pete Townshend’s group, which was then known as the High Numbers.

At age 19, he left his job as a visualizer at an ad agency to become a full-time musician, marking the transition from Jones to Bowie. This transformation into a packaged stardom figure like Davy Jones of the Monkees influenced him, and later, spending 18 months with Lindsay Kemp’s avant-garde mime group sculpted his transformation into a sci-fi androgynous persona. By the late ’60s, Bowie was well-known in London’s vibrant underground scene, where he performed a mix of mime, poetry, music, and dance.

Later in 1969, he released an unusual and chilling track titled “Space Oddity.” To everyone’s astonishment, it skyrocketed to popularity, reaching the top spot in both America and England at the time. At just 22 years old, Bowie had become a rising star.

Bowie’s persona one of calculated outrage, but the bigger the outrage, the bigger the hits. The world, it seems, is ready for David Bowie.

However, it happened prematurely for him. Bowie remembers the pain of dance halls, where he was jeered as he appeared (with Dylan-esque hairstyle) by boots-clad skinheads. “It made me want to quit show business.” Despite his success, he decided to step back and established an art studio close to his new residence, Beckenham. Unfortunately, it didn’t thrive, and Bowie found a new representative.

Once more, the success resumed. This encompassed both singles and entire albums. As the act grew increasingly characterized by deliberate provocations, each larger provocation was met with an even greater response in terms of popularity. It appears that the world has been eagerly anticipating David Bowie all along.

I ran into the Bowie entourage during their American tour with a fresh act. Currently, they’re performing multiple nights at Radio City Music Hall in New York. Angie Bowie, his resemblant spouse, and Zowie Bowie, their daughter, are absent somewhere else. Touring can be exhausting.

Radio City, an Art Deco masterpiece famous for its long-legged troupe of silver lamé Rockettes, serves as a magnificent setting for the unique style of… Glitzy Rock or Red-Blooded Rock? You can call it whatever you prefer. The performance kicks off with a six-member band and a choir steeped in soul, led by Luther Vandross, a heavyset 21-year-old vocalist and songwriter, Ava Cherry with her mass of snow-white curls, and Geoff McCormack, an old friend of Bowie’s who performs under the stage name Warren Peace.

“In the beginning there was no David Bowie, so he had to invent himself”

Not women’s dresses, but men’s

As he enters, there’s a commotion in the aisles, a flurry of excited teenage girls, which Bowie meets with his characteristic wasted yet radiant smile. He exudes an emaciated elegance reminiscent of grand old ladies like Greta Garbo and Marlene, while his attire has a delicate, ethereal quality, evoking fashion illustrations. His accessories subtly reinterpret the extravagant styles of yesteryears – think gilded jockstraps, leopard prints, and dresses that Bowie clarifies are not women’s clothes but men’s.

Currently, he surpasses all copycats and dons a stylishly bell-bottomed coat-and-trouser set, the jacket falling just above what was once called the “no-pants zone”. He also carries a gold fob chain and a sleek black cane.

The action, in essence, is a masterfully balanced blend of powerful hard rock tunes, softer boogie rhythms, and spine-tingling pieces that Bowie is renowned for. As I listen, my mind wanders to the pioneers, peers, and those who followed in his footsteps. The destructive mod vibe of The Who and Alice Cooper, whose decapitated dolls symbolize a chilling spectacle… the science-fiction oddities of Pink Floyd, the urban sophistication of Lou Reed and Andy Warhol’s Velvet Underground… but what resonates most with me is the feline aggression and gender-bending hints embodied by Mick Jagger.

He may not be a great performer. But, even if the starlight is tinsel on plaster, he is, unquestionably, a star.

David Bowie continues to stand out in a unique way. He seldom makes mistakes, not even during poor skits where he dances alongside two singers/dancers on stage. While he might not be an exceptional performer, there’s no denying that, even if the stardust is just tin foil on cardboard, he undoubtedly shines as a star.

While preparing for a TV show in America, Bowie queries: “Is the monitor set at its previous optimal level?” His voice catches us off guard, sounding unchanged since his cockney days, hinting at his early records that mirrored Anthony Newley’s style. The monitors check out fine, and he proceeds with the 1984 piece; a remnant from a proposed musical based on Orwell’s novel.

Bowie’s career contains numerous unfulfilled endeavors: he once planned to film the science fiction novel, Stranger in a Strange Land, as well as stepping away from live performances a few years ago. More recently, there was a proposed role alongside Elizabeth Taylor and Jane Fonda in The Bluebird of Happiness, with George Cukor set to direct.

As a cinema enthusiast, I had the pleasure of watching an intriguing interview between Dick Cavett and David Bowie. In the United States, Cavett was known as the intellectual talk show host, yet in this conversation, he politely expressed a sense of disbelief towards Bowie. On the other hand, Bowie seemed visibly uncomfortable during the interview, fiddling nervously with an orange shag carpet using his cane.

What is Bowie’s current favorite book? He doesn’t have one at the moment, but he did borrow a book of photographs by Diane Arbus from Mick Jagger. The crowd murmurs quietly, and instead of discussing his relationship with Jagger or his appreciation for Arbus’ work depicting outcasts, Cavett asks what Bowie means by “borrowed.

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No questions about politics, please

Ultimately, Cavett inquires if Bowie finds it unfortunate that London is becoming so overindulged? This question sets off a storm within Bowie. “Please, don’t involve me in politics,” he demands emphatically.

He rises to perform, and Cavett sits at the side of the stage in a pool of shadow. “Cavett’s a word man,” one of the fans says, acutely, “David should have done it all in mime. Right?” Right.

On our next destination after New York is Cleveland, a midwestern industrial city. This evening isn’t particularly auspicious – there are issues with the sound quality – and it’s not anticipated that Bowie will make another appearance afterwards. However, surprisingly, he shows up later in the hotel bar, appearing exceptionally delicate in a ghostly green suit reminiscent of a siren.

Typically, both the public and even the rock stars themselves assume that these music icons should be knowledgeable or opinionated on political matters, literature, and social issues. However, it is essential to remember that at their core, they are musicians. For instance, David Bowie discusses reggae music, and he tends to avoid delving too deeply into heavy topics as he admits, “I’m not academic.

I find myself immersed, primarily in David Bowie’s melodies, as he lip-syncs to his own tunes, radiating immense joy. It’s more than just delight, it’s awe. His marvelous, androgynous smile is a beacon. All too soon, it’s six in the morning, signaling it’s time for us to part ways.

Previously, I assumed I wouldn’t witness that peculiar, delicate occurrence again. But as I departed towards Los Angeles the following day, there I found myself in an elevator, accompanied by two burly men, and none other than David Bowie.

As a cinephile, I couldn’t help but notice the dashing yet masculine elegance he exuded in his pale grey suit, his skin as pale as moonlight. Playing Camille, Garbo looked striking. “Not done yet,” he murmured weakly, his voice surprising in its throaty tone. “Until next time.” And with that, he vanished into a Cadillac, heading towards Washington.

2024-09-11 17:34

The slow climb up in the 1960s

Not women’s dresses, but men’s

No questions about politics, please

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