Not all are good! Changes are kind of my thing and the number of figurative cliffs I have jumped off might number in the hundreds. Some of it is attributable to David Bowie, even though I never met him.
The closest I ever got was possibly his best ever tour…1983… we got old Bowie plus brand new MTV “Let’s Dance” Bowie with a white-face Peter Gabriel as a Powerball bonus.
The best concert of my life. We had to take a bus to Edmonton and I slept in a cheap hotel room with two other guys, neither of whom considered sleeping in the same bed as me to be a win… I think in the end someone might have slept on the floor. We didn’t have enough money for more than one room and back pain was decades off.
I was raised in that ultra-religious good girl kind of environment so the boys blew my world apart. They insisted we needed to be as close to the stage as possible rather than sitting in the safe assigned seats. It wasn’t really mosh pit days yet but it was not entirely safe. The benefit was that I really saw Bowie – and Peter – up close and almost personal.
What is more important at a concert though is that you are connecting with the other fans – and being close enough to touch the stage enhances your experience.
That memory involves the guy who eventually did become comfortable with me in his bed and became my first serious boyfriend. There is no question Bowie played a role 😉
What he might not have appreciated is that Bowie was the first artist I ever liked that I didn’t need to feel guilty about – or just outright lie that I actually liked 🙂
For that, I have to thank Kevin. He was my sorta-not-really junior high boyfriend. It was a relationship that presented to me at such a young age that I never appreciated at the time how important it was and could have done so much better a couple of decades on.
In the old days when there was no social media our connections were very different so I should likely find him and express how important he was to my life and how much I learned from him even though we never even properly dated.
Right now what matters is that he was a drummer (the kind who did drum solos and everyone listened) and had musical taste… so he made me listen to Changes... and other stuff… but Changes was always Kevin’s song.
Then I fell in love with Mike who was my musical guru – and a huge Bowie fan. My musical choices improved. Eventually I became someone with eclectic and great musical taste…
but it all started with Bowie… and my great choice in boyfriends 🙂
It is such a tragedy. It is one of the few times I have felt bereft about someone I didn’t actually know. He was an important guy. The music was fantastic but what was more important is that he pushed the envelope and used his celebrity to promote social justice along with musical innovation.
I felt privileged to have seen The Serious Moonlight Tour. I also got to see the Bowie spectacular at the Philharmonie in Paris last year. I hope it’s still touring – would be a great tribute to a man who put a mark on our society that will be his legacy…
have checked since and it is… called, a bit weirdly, David Bowie Is… you might have to travel… but just pack your tunes 😉