Sunday, July 31, 2011
I Can Fall Asleep At Night.....
As A Rock N' Roll Star. Who couldn't? Who wouldn't? Writing about it is the closest I will ever get to it. I cannot sing, play an instrument, write a lyric, but I can purchase rough textured, silver, glittery stretch pants, dye my hair black and pretend to be a Bowie groupie, and I did. In my mind. Wrote my English term paper on The Duke. Thought for sure my teacher never heard of him. There was a group of us who were heavily influenced by Ziggy. I think we even had a notebook filled with "Bowie Notes." Everything and anything that resembled Davy Jones was slapped together with such ignorant innocence. The classmate next to us could have had on something that slightly resembled our hero, like a mullet shaped freckle and we would have written a couple of pages on Bowie freckles. I will never forget listening to Ziggy Stardust And The Spider From Mars tape. Yes, twas a tape. One side of tunes anyways. The other side was taped over, by me, early on, during my safe Beatles phase and who knew that I ruined a great album. I think it all came to me when I was at Medusa's, a teen dance club, around Belmont and Clark. They had this dance floor with a juice bar and a big screen that played a music video. Most of it was probably old school Nine Inch Nails and Front 242- stuff that I could not get into. But then Bauhaus came on the screen with Peter Murphy and the riff ignited and I was alone, standing still, while the crowd was spinning and I could not help but fall insanely in love with the song. So I dug and I found out who the original singer was and It was all over for me. History. Emotionally turned on, full tilt boogie with open mind and heart and legs and whatever else opens up during times of a musical orgasm. I put two and two together- "Oh, "China Girl" guy and oh shit, I taped over the other side." And I said it, just like that and then I went and bought a new Ziggy Stardust on tape- remastered- and I went to my bedroom and lit a candle and "Moonage Daydream" came on and I cried. It's that simple. I finally got it on vinyl, from a friend, and I am one happy muthu.
Posted by Amy at 10:21 AM