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Bowie looks young! He's got his hair cut like Young Americans/Station to Station era, and it definitely flatters him. He's not as skinny as he used to be, but he's still got legs like sticks, so that probably emphasizes his belly--which is not big, it's just not as nonexistent as it used to be.
Someone in the front row gave Bowie a couple dozen white roses; he took one out and peeled petals off to throw to the audience. People also threw him a union jack and glow sticks. He throw some random pieces of wire into the crowd. The people who caught them probably kept them as souvenirs. Bowie touched it, oh my god!
He had a couple of different jackets on; a tatty one and a shiny one, and underneath a t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and a belt with a fair amount of tail hanging out of the buckle and flapping around suggestively (which reminds me, there wasn't near as much mic stand humping as I was expecting. Back in the day, he was all over that thing). Because he'd stripped out of the two jackets onstage as costume changes, the audience kept expecting him to lose more clothes, and he laughed and refused. The guitar player stripped off his jacket upon that request, though. He was kind of hot. Black spiked hair. I couldn't see him too well.
Bowie played a lot more oldies than I was expecting. He opened the show with Rebel Rebel, and then he was alternating Reality & Heathen stuff with oldies for the first few songs, and I wasn't sure how happy he was to cater to the crowed with those, at the beginning. I thought he might be wanting to play the new material and not rehash. At one point, the band started playing China Girl and he cut them off, but the audience protested so much that he said, "Fine, you sing it," and let the band start up again and walked off--but then, without being led, the crowd didn't sing, and he cut the band off again and came out and said, "That was fucking pathetic," and sang it for us. On the other hand, he seemed to revel in the reactions to some of the oldies. He was very pleased that All The Young Dudes got "a thousand people waving their arms in the air."
He covered pretty much all his eras. He told a story about hearing Man Who Sold the World on the radio on his first trip to America ("It was like--" *holds microphone at arm's length and screams* "It was a Howard Dean moment") and then sang that for us. He sang Life on Mars off Hunky Dory.
He hit the Berlin period with Be My Wife and Heroes--he sung Heroes back to back with I'm Afraid of Americans, saying they were two conceptualizations of the American dream. During I'm Afraid of Americans, he and his bassist, the beautiful Gail Ann Dorsey, each held an arm out to the other to finger-tap out the staccato "Uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh" across the stage. I found the implied connection very erotic. (I screamed for I'm Afraid of Americans, because I will always have a soft spot for Eart Hl Ing, as it was the album that came out when I was first discovering Bowie in '97). On the topic of Americans, he also noted when introducing the band that his keyboardist had been with him since '72, I think, and had been the first American to join the band--and now the whole band was American (save one Irishman).
From the eighties, we got Ashes to Ashes, Fame, and Under Pressure--with Freddie Mercury's part sung by the beautiful bass player, Gail Ann Dorsey, whom I mentioned before--she's bald, black, and hot as fuck, and I've had a crush on her since I saw Bowie play Letterman and SNL when promoting Eart Hl Ing, seven years ago.
He also sang us Hallo Spaceboy, for which he came off of the center of the stage and onto platforms on the side of the stage, so I got to see him closer for all that "moondust will cover you, cover you, cover you, and this chaos is killing me."
And the spaceboy himself. Oh, there was lots of Ziggy stuff. Bowie sang Five Years and Rock 'N' Roll Suicide during the main show, then opened the encore with Hang Onto Yourself (I'm so proud of my new bra, I bounced all over the place during that song and afterwards? Still in the bra) and closed out with Suffragette City and Ziggy Stardust. People clapped and screamed like they thought they could get a second encore out of him, but really, Ziggy Stardust is it. To me, it evokes his little speech from the motion picture--"Not only is this the last show of the tour, but it's the last show we'll ever do." There's nothing after Ziggy. It's the showstopping number.
When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band...
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!
Someone in the front row gave Bowie a couple dozen white roses; he took one out and peeled petals off to throw to the audience. People also threw him a union jack and glow sticks. He throw some random pieces of wire into the crowd. The people who caught them probably kept them as souvenirs. Bowie touched it, oh my god!
He had a couple of different jackets on; a tatty one and a shiny one, and underneath a t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and a belt with a fair amount of tail hanging out of the buckle and flapping around suggestively (which reminds me, there wasn't near as much mic stand humping as I was expecting. Back in the day, he was all over that thing). Because he'd stripped out of the two jackets onstage as costume changes, the audience kept expecting him to lose more clothes, and he laughed and refused. The guitar player stripped off his jacket upon that request, though. He was kind of hot. Black spiked hair. I couldn't see him too well.
Bowie played a lot more oldies than I was expecting. He opened the show with Rebel Rebel, and then he was alternating Reality & Heathen stuff with oldies for the first few songs, and I wasn't sure how happy he was to cater to the crowed with those, at the beginning. I thought he might be wanting to play the new material and not rehash. At one point, the band started playing China Girl and he cut them off, but the audience protested so much that he said, "Fine, you sing it," and let the band start up again and walked off--but then, without being led, the crowd didn't sing, and he cut the band off again and came out and said, "That was fucking pathetic," and sang it for us. On the other hand, he seemed to revel in the reactions to some of the oldies. He was very pleased that All The Young Dudes got "a thousand people waving their arms in the air."
He covered pretty much all his eras. He told a story about hearing Man Who Sold the World on the radio on his first trip to America ("It was like--" *holds microphone at arm's length and screams* "It was a Howard Dean moment") and then sang that for us. He sang Life on Mars off Hunky Dory.
He hit the Berlin period with Be My Wife and Heroes--he sung Heroes back to back with I'm Afraid of Americans, saying they were two conceptualizations of the American dream. During I'm Afraid of Americans, he and his bassist, the beautiful Gail Ann Dorsey, each held an arm out to the other to finger-tap out the staccato "Uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh" across the stage. I found the implied connection very erotic. (I screamed for I'm Afraid of Americans, because I will always have a soft spot for Eart Hl Ing, as it was the album that came out when I was first discovering Bowie in '97). On the topic of Americans, he also noted when introducing the band that his keyboardist had been with him since '72, I think, and had been the first American to join the band--and now the whole band was American (save one Irishman).
From the eighties, we got Ashes to Ashes, Fame, and Under Pressure--with Freddie Mercury's part sung by the beautiful bass player, Gail Ann Dorsey, whom I mentioned before--she's bald, black, and hot as fuck, and I've had a crush on her since I saw Bowie play Letterman and SNL when promoting Eart Hl Ing, seven years ago.
He also sang us Hallo Spaceboy, for which he came off of the center of the stage and onto platforms on the side of the stage, so I got to see him closer for all that "moondust will cover you, cover you, cover you, and this chaos is killing me."
And the spaceboy himself. Oh, there was lots of Ziggy stuff. Bowie sang Five Years and Rock 'N' Roll Suicide during the main show, then opened the encore with Hang Onto Yourself (I'm so proud of my new bra, I bounced all over the place during that song and afterwards? Still in the bra) and closed out with Suffragette City and Ziggy Stardust. People clapped and screamed like they thought they could get a second encore out of him, but really, Ziggy Stardust is it. To me, it evokes his little speech from the motion picture--"Not only is this the last show of the tour, but it's the last show we'll ever do." There's nothing after Ziggy. It's the showstopping number.
When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band...
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!
