I have so many good memories around David Bowie.
My second band, Cycle Pinsetter, was obsessed. We ate up everything Bowie. Covering at least Ziggy Stardust, Rebel Rebel, Andy Warhol, and Queen Bitch—and playing them over and over and over again. The recordings that I have will always be fun to revisit.
The music. He was one of the first artists I actually dug in and discovered after finally getting over a sole obsession with The Smashing Pumpkins. I remember vividly the Bowie section of my CD rack—Hunky Dory, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, Diamond Dogs.
The movies. Obviously, eating up Labyrinth again and again. My sister and I still do the “you remind me of the babe” back and forth. Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence. Pontius Pilate in The Last Temptation of Christ.
We were fortunate to see him in concert! August 8th, 2002 at the Tweeter Center, where the picture above was taken. I don’t remember much about the performance except that he went on as the sun was going down. It was the perfect rock star moment where the sky was a backdrop on this huge stage and Bowie’s hair was blowing just enough in the wind on the large video monitor as he belted out Fame or something similar. Such a great time.
It’s a sad moment. But the music still plays and I’m dancing while I write this. Thanks, Bowie. ⚡️