Who doesn’t like David Bowie? I mean, how could you not? There are all of Bowie’s characters to choose from – Ziggy, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke, etc. – not to mention Bowie himself, a creative, courageous, and unique human being Starman.
As I sit here watching Labyrinth, dried tears on my face, I feel incredibly sad. I may sound like an overly-dramatic teenager, crying about someone leaving/joining/tearing apart One Direction, but I don’t care. I feel like I’ve lost a friend? kind of? but different, but I don’t know how to explain it. Although he created most of his pieces about other words and space creatures, I feel connected to a lot of his lyrics and characters.
It’s no secret that I was more than a little excited to attend David Bowie Is. I haven’t written about it yet because I’m lazy I was collecting my thoughts instead of just writing a 4 word summary which would say: IT WAS FUCKING AWESOOOOOME.
So yes, it was fucking awesome. You get to see some of Bowie’s iconic stage outfits and original lyric sheets. Not to mention his cocaine spoon. The exhibit walks you somewhat chronologically through Bowie’s career while you wear a headset that is motion-sensored, so you are listening to different music and/or narration in each area. There are many videos of Bowie performing, which I could’ve watched over and over all day ~swoon~
It only took about 5 seconds after I posted my last post to completely change my mind and re-work my list of my top David Bowie songs. It’s probably impossible for me to narrow down my top choices since apparently they change daily, so I’m just going to slap down some more Bowie faves here.
Oh! You Pretty Things
This video is pretty awesome. Scratch that, pretty fucking awesome. Look at how cute Bowie looks on that piano! I die.
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.