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.