I was 11 and I was a little boy in England — I was not a happy child – I was an intense and deep thinking young dude.
Music was not a thing to me.
I sorta liked the Beatles and T-rex and Slade (ok, I did like Slade)
But – I didn’t have anything to really connect me.
——– Until the day I would not forget
“Spiders from Mars” arrived at the house.
And it was the Album Cover that mesmerized me.
This was a weak-artsy–deep-thinking-cool-dude. And he had arrived.
The impact of this cover and that day stays with me.
And it had nothing to do with the music – it was this persona – this image —– This ballsy statement of — “I am here, deal with it”
We were waiting for you – This was my pied piper moment – I was hypnotized.
It was my streets with some amazing shift of culture.
If this was ok then I could be ok — We, the new generation had arrived.
This is my last good memory of England; we would soon move to the United States – Ironically – I now live within striking distance from where David Bowie had a home in Woodstock.
This is my upstate NY homage to my hero – yeah…I am not a young dude anymore – And I live in a redneck land.
We become ok with our surroundings and our place in this world or we do not.
David Bowie helped me understand that.
Cheers from the cave!
Just in case you missed what a sublime sense of humor he had.