David Bowie Is opened in Chicago this past week, and I will be visiting the exhibit on Friday. Needless to say I’m excited. Really fucking excited. Even after skimming this review, I know that it will be awesome. At least it better be. Not only do I have to battle traffic in Chicago, but I will also have to pay for parking, attend the exhibit with numerous other annoying people, etc. etc.
First of all, can we talk about how in that review that I referenced earlier, there is someone in attendance who DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHO DAVID BOWIE IS?!! Umm, are you 5 years old or something? Are you Vincent Adultman from Bojack Horseman? Go away. If there is anyone like that at the exhibit when I attend on Friday, I will flip shit. (I will actually probably just complain to my boyfriend the whole time, who will tell me to calm down and mind my own business because I don’t know anything about Bowie either. Whatevz.)
I am not in any way claiming to be a Bowie expert; rather, I am an avid fan. Scratch that, an avid fair weather fan (bonus points to me for incorporating a sports phrase!). I know (most of) his hits and I’ve read one biography, so I have a
pretty good grasp on Bowie. But, I mean, I didn’t see The Labyrinth until a few months ago. However, like that dude says in his blog post, people tend to “describe David Bowie with respect to [themselves].” I am not an exception to this rule, and I aspire to be an all-knowing Bowie babe someday. Until then, I’ll make lists of my top-5 Bowie tracks for the time being.
My love for Bowie began unknowingly in high school, when I would jam to Fame in my (parent’s) 1990 Lumina. I thought – no – I knew I was da shit when I rolled into the school parking lot with this tune blaring from my speakers. Honestly, I really had to blare it since the muffler fell off the car so hearing the radio was nearly impossible. Also, I may or may not have not even known that this song was by David Bowie until a few years later. I hate my high-school self.
4. Moonage Daydream
See: comment below
Ugh. He caught me. WHO CARES IF I ONLY HEARD THIS SONG FIRST FROM THAT MOVIE. At least it’s a good movie, amirite?! Blerg. Like I said, fair weather fan.
3. Rebel Rebel
I mean, duh. I have used this song numerous times to tell people that it’s about me. Funny thing is that some
idiots people have never heard this song before so they kind of just nod and continue to think that you are a weirdo.
Plus, that music video. I want an eyepatch.
2. Young Americans
That saxophone, doe. My brother is a pretty rad saxophonist so my goal is to make him learn the saxophone part to this song. Also the line “Ain’t there one damn song that can make break down and cry?” is a perfect leeway into the next song, which can totally make me cry. I mean … it just makes my eyes, uh … sweaty.
1. The Prettiest Star
It has to be this version. HAS to be. The album version is okay, but this one trumps it every time. If I ever get married, this will be my first dance. No compromise.
Welp, hopefully I’ll become more well-rounded in regards to Bowie after this Friday. And I better not miss this section of the exhibit, mostly because I want that jumpsuit in my own personal wardrobe.
Learn more about David Bowie Is and purchase tickets here.