6 days. 55 hours.
Saturday was an
equinox. A time when the sun crosses the plane of the equator, making night and day equal length all over the Earth.
When I left the office on Saturday I felt akin to a mobile
losing its charge, on the brink of exhaustion, flickering on the brink. As I floated
home I pondered on what I’d write here and the song ‘Dead Man Walking’ bobbed
to the surface. It’s a later Bowie piece which I’ve grown to love and despite
borrowing heavily from the musical fashions of its moment, it still sounds
fresh. This is one of the great man’s chief talents; his ability to borrow, re
fashion and reinvent to create something timeless and magical. I also love the
chaotic rainbow sunburst of the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOZrGHmMl4o
I missed seeing Free by a year or so and my first gig was Hawkwind
on the 30th January 1975. They played the De Montfort Hall Leicester
and I remember being persuaded to go by my school friend Kevin Shaul who was a
massive fan. I can’t remember the music but I do recall a sea of denim and a
gyrating topless dancer called Stacia who enlivened the droning cacophony. At
the age of 15 I’d only imagined real breasts so seeing a set swinging around
the stage was a revelation. No doubt I had an erection for the entire performance
as sitting on a bus had that effect in those days.
There are times when I gasp in wonder at the power of the
internet and its ability to reach back in time. To my amazement a bootleg
recording of the show exists and I’m listening to it as I write. Here’s a taste
for those who dare.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVk0ROgUPTUUntil the next time.
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