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Bowie never let me down

And what I did during Bowie week 2019....

Most Bowie fans may groan at this title…after all its from his commercial 80’s days.  However, for me it completely sums up how Bowie has influenced my life.  I have loved him since I was 12.  It may have been the late 70’s but I soon discovered his back catalogue of 60’s and 70’s work and loved it all. He was there through my difficult teenage years.  He taught me to be myself, to be my quirky and strange self and be proud of it.  Bowie was in my life before husbands and kids, and he has never let me down.  Of course, he doesn’t know it – but I know I am not the only one.  There are many people out there who are as kooky as I am.

January is always a month of mixed emotions for Bowie fans.  This year marks the third anniversary of his death.  How fast has it gone?  It seems only yesterday  I was so excited about hearing the Blackstar album.  I was raw when I found out that devastating news that our starman had left us.  How do I feel today?  It still hurts.  I found myself explaining to my work colleagues the reasons why I take 10 January off each year…and cried.  So yes, it still hurts to have lost him.  During the last three years I have slowly accepted there will be no more new music and that there are those trying to rip us fans off with their mass-produced Bowie items, or worse, a home-made Etsy offering.  But there are many positives and the final gift that David left us, each other.  In our grief we sought out other kooks, because they knew without explaining.  And they didn’t judge.

On his birthday this year (8 Jan) I had to work but I somehow knew it was still a Bowie day.  My copy of ‘The Birth of Bowie’ book arrived. Birth of Bowie on his birthday.  It felt like Karma.  I also downloaded the app of the David Bowie Is exhibition.  It found its way to my home page on my mobile phone and by fluke was perfectly placed over my wedding photo so it looks like I was marrying Bowie.  This IS karma.  The universe knows how much I love him and it reflects back on me.  On 10 January, I had originally planned to be in London, but as I was going to London on Friday and Saturday I decided to stay home.  I watched DVDs and interviews; reflecting and crying as well as laughing and singing Bowie all day.  Never forgotten and always loved. Despite this being a sad day, 95% of my timeline on Facebook is filled with Bowie and the outpouring of love and sadness of this day.  I love its filled with Bowie, but I don’t love the reason why. Maybe ‘Where are we now?’ is a better title.  Nothing has changed and yet everything has changed.  He is still my centre and that doesn’t change but I am unable to talk to people for long without him popping up in conversation.  He is a part of my core.  A part of who I am.  And I miss him.

On Friday I went to London as planned for a Bowie weekend.  I headed for Clapham to spend time with friends and have a Labyrinth evening at The Grand. I dressed with a homage to Sarah from the film but there was every character fancy dress you can imagine there.  It was great to be with my tribe of people.  After the film David Live took to the stage for two fabulous sets.  You can read the review here.  Saturday saw me at the other end of London as I was reviewing A Bowie Celebration.  Its just another excuse to meet up with Bowie family before the gig and have a good catch up.  A Bowie Celebration was fantastic and that review can be found here.

 

If you love David Bowie you may understand my feelings, or you may just think I’m a bit crazy – but I am not alone.

Mamma Mia!  – Here We Go Again!

 

Here we go again – well, that’s exactly how I felt and with some trepidation too.  I love Abba and was lucky enough to have seen them back in 1979 at Wembley and it is my opinion that no one sings Abba like Abba.  I didn’t really like the first film and for lots of reasons really; the bad singing, the stupid handshake thing, and I wasn’t exactly comfortable that poor Sophie had never been told who her father was.  This did not warm me to Donna and perhaps I was a little judgemental that she slept with three men in such quick succession that she didn’t know who the father was or consider using protection on any of these occasions.  So, with all that at the back of my mind I came to this show with baggage – or maybe a low expectation.  I didn’t expect to like it and thought it would be more of the same.

However, I am here as a true Abba fan to say I DID enjoy it.  Maybe it’s because I knew what to expect this time round.  Maybe it’s because they didn’t let Pierce sing much and they had cut out most of the silly handshake bits every time they all meet.  But I think it’s probably much better than the first film because Richard Curtis has had input into the story – oh boy what a difference.  There were times I actually laughed out loud and yes, I will admit more than once.

Julie Walters as Rosie steals every scene – she is such a star and alongside her partner in crime, Christine Baranski as Tanya.  They are most definitely the light relief and bring joy to the film.  I almost wish they could have their own spin off show.

Cher turns up as grandma and she is more like a glam-ma. She looks amazing and sounds great even if I still prefer Abba.  Her love interest is Fernando, played by Andy Garcia.  Who knew that a gangster actor could be in Mamma Mia!  I understood why she sings Fernando but Super Trooper was not an easy fit and I do think there are better songs for this slot that could have been chosen.  Amanda Seyfried is still fantastic as Sophie and along with Dominic Cooper as Sky.  In fact, it’s very impressive that the original cast members are all in it – the continuity is really important.  The film tells the back story of how Donna meets Harry (the banker), Sam (The architect), and Bill (The sexy swede).  It’s actually a good story and well written. It felt organic and interesting.  The story flows and fans will recognise each background song and everything is Abba even if it is done in a Greek style in places.  There is a small part for comedian, Omid Djalili and he gets the best laughs – stay to the end to see him start to sing Take A Chance On Me!

Of course, I knew every song and am very glad to hear some of my personal favourites.  My Love My Life is such a beautiful song and although they have almost completely changed the words I’m glad it’s in there.  Another gem is Andante Andante sung by the young Donna played by Lily James.  I didn’t really rate her voice but on this particular track it was great.  I think she needs Freda’s songs rather than Agnetha’s. Lily was adorable as young Donna and I found myself warming to her unlike the first film. There are some really great production numbers such as Waterloo, although both for Waterloo and Why Did It Have To Be Me?  they needed a bit more bass, a bit more oomph – a bit more everything really!  There is no logical reason why When I Kissed The Teacher has been changed to be singing about a female rather than a male teacher.  Some changes do make sense to fit the story but this is just pointless and felt a bit like trying too hard when it wasn’t necessary.  I did laugh at Hole In My Soul as it was almost unrecognisable!  

Want to test if you are a real Abba fan?  I hear Why did it have to be me and think Happy Hawaii, and for Dancing Queen (which is the most overplayed Abba song ever) I was singing the Spanish version instead.  If you do this then you know what I mean. Also, if you spotted Bjorn on stage in the school scene before the close up!

The young story is compelling and all the cast who play the younger versions are great.  I especially enjoyed the end dance off when the old and young versions of each character are dancing together.

When all is said and done, this film is funnier and better than the first one.  Its got more substance and as I left the cinema I continued to sing Abba loudly at the top of my voice.  As I had done throughout the whole film.  I’d go see it again so that’s a sign of a good film!

David Bowie Convention 2018

There's old fans. There's new fans. And there's David Bowie!

Sarah                           Jan                     Sandra                    Emily

 What is your favourite Bowie track and why?

Sarah: Heroes because of its power and meaningful lyrics

Jan: Moonage Daydream for special memories

Have you seen him live? If so what was your favouirte gig?

Sarah: Yes. Astoria in 1999 because it was up close and I was at the front. 

Jan: Yes. Reality Tour because I got so close to him.

What is your favourite Bowie decade?

Sarah: Its too hard but I do love his Berlin years.

Jan: 70's

What is your favourite thing about the convention?

Sarah: Meeting other like-minded Bowie fans and listen to Bowie

guilt-free all night long

Jan :Meeting like-minded people

 What is your favourite Bowie track and why?

Sandra: Sweet thing (Candidate) reprise as its a story that unfolds.

Emily: Heart's Filthy Lesson as it rocks and is hot

Have you seen him live? If so what was your favouirte gig?

Sandra: Yes it was Astoria in 1999 as it was an intimate gig.

Emily: Yes. Tin Machine in Brixton 1999 as it was a small gig.

What is your favourite Bowie decade?

Sandra: noughties as it reminds me of special times

Emily: 1990's

What is your favourite thing about the convention?

Sandra: getting together with friends

Emily: Its different to everything else

Sara                           Sheri                     Charlie                    Rich

What is your favourite Bowie track and why?

Sara: Absolute Beginners - it was my wedding song

Sheri: Rock N Roll Suicide as it feels as if he is inside of you

Have you seen him live? If so what was your favouirte gig?

Sara: Yes. Birmingham in 1999 as it was a small gig

Sheri: Sadly not seen him live.

What is your favourite Bowie decade?

Sara: 1990's

Sheri: 70's

What is your favourite thing about the convention? 

Sara: Meeting FB friends in real life and the bands are great.

Sheri: It feels like coming home and its addictive.

What is your favourite Bowie track and why?

Rich:Life On Mars. Its everything DB is about. Quirks of lyrics, Beautiful Melody and video. Its how I would introduce someone to my DB. 

Charlie: Today its Fantastic Voyage as its the last track I listened to.

 Have you seen him live? If so what was your favourite gig?

Charlie: Yes. Isolar 2. It was my first gig. 

Rich: Yes 13 times in total but favourite was Serious Moonlight as it was my first.

What is your favourite Bowie decade?

Charlie: 70's

Rich: 70's

What is your favourite thing about the convention? 

Charlie: A feeling of family.

Rich: Meeting Bowie fans and sharing the Bowie love.

My review of the whole weekend can be found here:

The Bowie Convention 2018

Sisters

As my sister reaches her last birthday of her 40’s I am reminded of all the times we have spent together.  You cannot pick your family is a well-known saying usually used with a negative connotation, but I feel very lucky to have a sister like mine.

Growing up I always got the blame for everything as I was the eldest.  But as we are only have just over two years separating us in age, (she would argue its three - but it isn’t!) we were always close.  I had a big influence on her musical tastes in those early years. I took her to see her first gig – Culture Club.  It was very brave us both going to London alone.  In the days before internet we tried to find the venue and we had a great adventure.  I even found a boyfriend at the gig (I think he lasted two weeks…or was it three?).

We still shared the sibling rivalry.  When my mum took me to see Abba, I was sure she was jealous even though I probably got chosen because I was the eldest and best behaved.  Mum couldn’t have taken three kids to Abba and anyway, I loved them the most.  When I wanted to do acting, my sister wanted to do it too.  When I became a cheerleader, so did my sister.  I wasn’t sure if I influenced her or if she just didn’t want me to do something without her.  No matter what the reason we have shared a lot together.

As kids, we used to get one bag of sweets a week and I used to give mine to my sisters as a treat.  I would write little notes so it was like a treasure hunt.  It was a way of showing my love.  There have been times we have fallen out and not spoken.  The longest time was in our teens for over a year.  My ex-boyfriend had given me a leather jacket which I had kept and wore a lot.  He came to ask for it back and I gave it to him thinking nothing more until I saw my sister in it.  She had swapped it for a guitar with him.  I felt betrayed.  She shouldn’t be in touch with my ex never mind getting his jacket off of me behind my back.  She wanted it because I had it.  We didn’t speak for over a year after that and it was only thanks to The Colour Purple that we began speaking again after both going to see the film separately but being touched by that bond sisters have that cannot be broken.

On my 30th birthday we went to Watford to the huge club they had there at the time (I think Paradise Lost had closed by then but cannot remember the name of it after that).  I didn’t drive at the time and my sister had only just passed her test.  One of my friends in the car had to park the car in the car park for her as she wasn’t confident to do it.  But she was so brave.  She drove all that way for me for my birthday.  It meant a lot to me.  In more recent years we have been there for each other during some dark times.  2013 was the worst year of my life but my sister has supported me throughout my life and was there for me as I was for her.  I respect her.  I like her as a person.  She is intelligent, funny and was always the pretty one.  I think she has awful taste in music but she also thinks this of me. (She likes modern R&B – to me it all sounds the same).  We have fallen out over Mariah Carey – I have walked out of her house when she put it on (just to annoy me).  Sisters can really rub each other up the wrong way.  I was very hurt when she double booked my significant birthday party.  It was my first party in 30 years and therefore a big deal.  However, my sister had accidentally bought gig tickets for Mary J Blige.  She had had my invite first but forgotten the date and booked the tickets.  She never suggested selling the tickets but instead offered that she could come for an hour after the gig, stating this was mainly because she said she doesn’t like my music – well I told her not to bother.  I didn’t want her there if she didn’t want to be there.  I was very disappointed over this and I seriously hope Mary J appreciated her company.  But we still talk.

 

No matter what we love each other, it is a bond that cannot be broken.  If we talk each week or not for months, it’s still there.  We have been through so much together and are here for each other. In real life.  Every day.  

Have a great birthday sis.  I love you.

Two year anniversary and nothing has changed.

Another year passes and it is Bowie week again.  On Monday 8 January Bowie would have been 71 years old. I didn’t feel like a big party this year.  I felt I wanted to think about him in my own private way.  I put on Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence which was still sealed.  When I first saw this film, I took photos with my 110 camera and yes, I used a flash.  I’m sure I annoyed other people in the cinema, but he was so beautiful he took my breath away.  However karma is a bitch and a few weeks later my camera was stolen out of my handbag.  I never got a chance to see those photos.  At home today on my 4k TV I can take photos to my heart’s desire so I did!  This was so emotional to watch.  The music is so powerful and I’ve not watched this in over 30 years.  It’s like a time machine taking me right back.  How well it works with the film.  And to see David’s beautiful face on the screen was fait accompli.

The day between his birthday and the anniversary of his passing I decided to play Blackstar. This was a significant moment. I have played it many times before but this was the first time I played it without crying.  I marvelled at how clever David is.  The words have double meanings.  The whole album feels like he is talking about dying. ‘I can’t give everything away’ ‘Something happened on the day he died’ ‘Stands a solitary candle’, ‘I’m dying to’, ‘Look up here I’m in heaven’, and of course ‘no plan’ which isn’t on the album but was written at the same time.  The album is a genius at work.  Truly clever and with lots of messages - just like Bowie.  However the album makes me unbearably sad and I truly wish David had not had to go through cancer and dying to make such an album.  I truly wish he was still with us.  I had always wanted to play a Bowie song at my own funeral.  Now I have a whole album to choose from. I also watched Five Years.  A documentary of his 70’s albums over five years.  It’s no secret that I’m a 70’s Bowie girl so this gives me huge pleasure.  I love hearing his talking voice as much as hearing him sing.  In fact I could listen to him sing after that dreadful day on 10 January 2016 months before I could hear any documentary of him speaking.  I cannot say I accepted the news well at all.  I have previously written about hearing the news.  It was only when The Times newspaper had an official statement to ask for any children to come forward (a legal requirement I assume) that it really hit me this was real.  I find it hard to accept even two years on that the man who I have loved since I was 12 has truly gone.  I was not close to my parents who had split up since I was three, so Bowie was the stable dependable person who taught me to be independent.  He taught me how to laugh (Please Mr Gravedigger), how to cry (Absolute Beginners), how to love (Win), to understand pain (Rock N Roll Suicide), and now to understand grief. Most of all he taught me how to be proud of my uniqueness.  To not have to be like everyone else but be confident in me.  He was my teacher and my friend.  He was my saviour.  To those of you reading this and thinking I am an extreme fan, well to some of you that may be true.  But Bowie has also brought me gifts. In his death I have found a connection with other Bowie fans that understand.  They don’t question if I burst into tears, they just hug me.  They don’t moan if every day I mention him in some way, they accept it and even support it.  I don’t think of myself as extreme but just someone who lost someone they loved.

Wednesday was the anniversary of his passing so I travelled down to Brixton as this was absolutely the place to be.  I visited his house in Stansfield Road (as I always do when in Brixton) and met many friends old and new by the wall.  I took my poem (The Worst Anniversary) with and put it up on the wall for others to see.  I met a lady who had travelled from Liverpool to be there and we had a connection as we were both published in My Bowie Story.  I met Nick, who sang Bowie’s songs by the wall with his guitar; it was heart-warming to hear others join in.  I even met a couple who had travelled from Paris to be there.  Bowie had touched us all.  It made me think about the film close encounters and how those who felt they had to be in a certain place.  This was the same thing. Bowie had touched us and now we had that urge to be in Brixton.  Later that day we headed into the Dogstar where we sung Bowie songs so loudly that the pub put a Bowie tape on.  It was a mix of feelings.  I still miss him and think of him every day but being with others who love him as I do really brings a different perspective on it.  He really lives on in all our hearts.

Friday marked the end of Bowie week but for me it was probably the most hectic. I was delighted to review Celebrating David Bowie for Gig Junkies.  You can find my review of the gig here.  I was very honest as it was a bit mixed and certainly not up to Mike Garson’s Aladdin Sane tour standard which was outstanding.  As soon as the gig had finished it was a mad dash from Shepherds Bush to Clapham to see my friend Charlie perform as David Live.  He was fantastic and the whole atmosphere at The Grand in Clapham was electric.  Fans of all ages dancing and singing.  Many dressed up in outfits such as Jareth or Thin White Duke. There was even the odd appearance of Hoggle but he was sleeping by the time I had got there so alas no photos.  After leaving the Grand, the after show party carried on – but what happens in Clapham stays in Clapham. 

Another year passes and he is not forgotten.  Let’s celebrate his music and treasure what he gave us.  

Love on ya.

David Bowie - I was there. 

 

I am delighted to say I have had a piece published in a book. The book is one of the 'I was there' series and this one features David Bowie. 

This piece has never appeared on my website so you will have to buy a copy of the book to read it. It describes the first time I ever saw Bowie live which was during the Serious Moonlight tour. I am featured over four pages but the book contains over 350 first hand accounts from people who knew him, met him and saw him live. It is a must read for all Bowie fans. 

Red Planet Zone, (publisher) said: 'Thank you so much or your wonderful contribution!'

Buy it here. 

A Saturday without you.

I’m sitting here on a Saturday morning going through my David Bowie CD’s to look at making my youngest sister a mixed tape (do we still say that?) as since he passed away she has said she would like to discover more Bowie and it is true to say I am an expert.  

 

However, while looking at the CD’s I open it to see a flyer saying ‘looking for more beyond the legendary music?’.  It hits me that David himself will now never know how much he meant to me and how he has been there for me throughout my life.

 

I am not just a fan.  I am so much more than a fan.  He is part of who I am.  He is in my core. I have loved him and his music since I was 12 years old so it’s been one of my longest relationships in my life.  There are those who would scuff at this and say I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me.  I think these people are jealous that they can never know such a powerful love.  Such warmth from just hearing him speak. Such excitement to see him perform.

 

A tear falls from my eye and I realise I am crying.  I still feel so sad that I will never now get to meet him.  I only ever wanted to tell him how wonderful he is.  I always thought there was more time.  I truly believed that one day we would meet.  It felt tangible.  I have really struggled to believe he is really gone.  That chance; that opportunity has been taken away from me.  Yes, I know this sounds rather selfish and of course I am terribly sad for Iman and his children too, but today I am talking honestly about my feelings about Mr David Bowie and what he meant to me.

 

For I truly think he was wonderful.  He was generous – he gave his songs away and helped others.  He had a great sense of humour – just look at jazzin for blue jean video. In fact, I think he was so wonderful that for the first time ever in my life I now have a tattoo that has the Bowie stars and ‘cause you’re wonderful’ on my wrist with a small heart.  It has brought some comfort and for that I am grateful.  But I still miss him and regret that I wasn’t more proactive in trying to meet him.

 

On the flyer it says ‘Join David’s community’. Well since January 2016, I have discovered just how wonderful our Bowie community is.  I feel they understand my feelings, my love; my soul love for him.  I don’t need to explain.  I can’t explain.  And I shouldn’t have to.  It’s who I am.  Just accept me for me.

 

 

So thinking about my sister’s tape, I am definitely going to put ‘Rock n roll suicide’ on it!  Have a good Saturday everyone. 

(First printed Saturday 21 May 2016)

RSD

Some of you may not even know what RSD is.  Well it stands for Record Store Day and each year on the same day independent record shops get special limited edition releases to sell to the public. The idea was to promote independent record shops and it was a lovely idea.  However, in practice it has not been a utopia as we had wished for.

For example, there are those who don’t live near an independent record shop that is participating…that means travelling and for me that would mean at least 20 miles to another town.  I would have to pay to park but what car parks are open that early?  Some people camp outside all night, but I hate camping and what about those with disabilities or long term illness?  It is not really very fair to expect them to queue or camp out. Further to this there are those who camp and buy in their droves, just to sell on eBay for extortionate prices.  This is not the ethos of RSD.  And there are those record shop owners who give first choice to their friends before the actual day. (yes, this does happen!).

You all know I am a huge Bowie fan.  The original RSD Starman picture disc was a standard price…but I don’t own one as they now go for over £150.  They are not a numbered limited edition nor are they really that rare, but nonetheless prices for this have gone to silly money.

This year there are four Bowie releases. RSD has not done this before and it feels a bit like a money maker just because the starman is no longer with us.  Of course, every self-respecting fan will want them so they will have a choice, queue up or resort to evil bay where they can exchange hands for triple the price or more.  It has become a farce of what it was meant to be.

I can understand why some people are beginning to hate RSD and I am very grateful that I have some good friends who help me get them, but RSD as a concept is not really working and seems unfair to those who can’t make it.

Now that vinyl is a viable format again, do we really still need RSD?

One of the four David Bowie releases for 2017 and the queue outside Sister Ray Records in London on 22 April 2017. 

Bowie Memorial

So, I know you think I talk a lot about Bowie and it’s probably true.  But when something as significant as a memorial is being considered I need to join in the conversation.

Most of you will already know that the mural in Brixton has become a gathering point for Bowie fans.  Personally, I never understood why.  It is not known if he ever visited the mural.  Yes, he was born in Brixton but that is Stansfield Road and very few fans visit there.  Stansfield Road is significantly deserving of a blue plaque.

There are other significant locations to consider for a memorial.  Heddon Street is the location of the cover of the Ziggy Stardust album and a personal favourite location of mine.  It already has a blue plaque on the wall but the telephone box is now around the corner.  Much more could be done to promote this very special place.

Aylesbury is the birthplace of Ziggy, and a statue has already been commissioned there for a bargain price of £100,000.  There is already a large Ziggy poster under the archway where the statue will be.  This has been agreed with the local councils and the Kickstarter project has been successful in raising all the money required.

And of course, we cannot forget the bandstand at Beckenham, known as the ‘Bowie bandstand’.  Bowie grew up in Beckenham so there are many significant ‘Bowie’ locations (such as the Three Tuns and where Haddon Hall used to be) but the most significant of all is the Bandstand.  It was where he played in 1969 and it was on the steps of this very bandstand that he wrote the beginnings of Life On Mars.

But back to Brixton.  It has been suggested that there should be a big red/blue ‘ZiggyZag’ next to the mural.  It is planned to be three stories high and located by the mural.  This is a terrible idea for the following reasons:

  1. ZiggyZag is the wrong name.  The flash is from the Aladdin Sane album and not Ziggy.  This suggests that those who have come up with the idea are not real Bowie fans.

  2. It is too big for the size of the area and will drown out the mural.  It is also an issue for local residents.

  3. It is not required in that location – it already has the mural and for many that is enough.

  4. It is going to cost £990,000.  That is a lot of money for something that isn’t even that well designed.  Just stolen from the original artwork.

  5. My view is that Bowie would hate it.  It is not representative of who he was.  It's commercialising him - and he liked to be challenging and controversial.

 

 

Discussing the Brixton memorial on Facebook put me in touch with Michael Wicks.  He has suggested an alternative to the ZiggyZag in the same location.  A Space Oddity / Blackstar Monolith, located in the middle on the path facing the mural and compliments the mural.  The suggestion is you would be able to look at the mural as you can now. The monolith would have a cut out star so you could walk around to the other side and you could look through the star at the mural.  The monolith itself would represent both the start and end of Bowie’s career.  Like the monolith from Stanley Kubrick's film, A Space Odyssey, that Bowie drew a lot of early inspiration from, the monolith would be a symbol of Bowie’s space oddity and the Blackstar cut out into it representing the of course the end and final chapter Blackstar.  As the mural itself is full of colour, it would set a contrast and offer something different from another lightning bolt (there is already one on the mural).  The Blackstar symbol is an iconic symbol now associated with Bowie and the Blackstar album.

It is my personal view that this is a much better and classier idea.  It is thought-out for both the fans and on a deeper level for the die-hards as well as not overpowering the mural and still being in a central location in Brixton.

This is a controversial subject, but Bowie was controversial.  What do you think?  Do you love the Ziggy Zag or the Blackstar?  Do you want to save the bandstand in Beckenham where David Bowie has a real connection or support an overpriced ZiggyZag?  

Whatever the final decision is, Bowie’s real legacy is his music.

 

If you would like to support the Bowie Bandstand, you can find out more: https://www.gofundme.com/bowiesbeckenhamoddity

How I spent Bowie Week 2017

I always know it would week of emotions but felt the need to do something to mark the occasion anyway.  I did not want to hide away like I did a year ago, when I heard the news.

On 8th January 2017 Bowie would have been 70.  It would have been a significant occasion. However just because he is not physically with us anymore does not stop Bowie fans from marking the occasion.  There were many events up and down the country, but for me it was always going to be with the netters.  For those who don’t know the netters (myself included) were the bowie fans who were originally on Bowie.net.  We were the ones who knew Bowie as Sailor and many talked to him online.  Others have met him and some have even worked with him.  This is where I want to be.  With people who love him as deeply as me.  So, I headed into London.  There were many fantastic musicians doing covers of his work, hearing often songs that are underplayed yet the crowd sang along anyway.  It was a lovely evening and as the clock struck midnight to start the 8th January, we all sang Happy Birthday to the main man who has touched us all in some way.  It was truly a celebration of his work and I felt happy.

On the 8th there was only one place on the planet to be and that was Brixton.  Standing by the wall I met a few friends and then walked over to his house, where he was born, on Stansfield Road.  It felt absolutely the right place to be and I still felt happy.  I was in a much better place than I was a year ago, when I had also mourned with the netters in the same venue and had visited the same sites in Brixton.  Yes, a year was a long time but Bowie was far from forgotten.

But Tuesday had a very different feel about it.  Gone were my celebratory moments of his life.  Instead every channel on the radio talked Bowie and called it Bowie day.  I really hated that.  I did not want the anniversary of his death to be Bowie day.  Any day but that one!  They were obviously struggling for people to talk on the radio as one woman they interviewed loved Bolan and Ferry more.  Could they really not find one true Bowie fan?  They should have called me.  I was feeling annoyed and sad.  So, sad that I burst into tears while I was driving and had to pull the car over and have a moment to myself.  When I completed my destination, I was back in Aylesbury.  I pushed through market square and found myself by the wall where the planned Bowie statue will be.  There are a couple of photos of Bowie under the arches and I sat and thought about him and what he has meant to me.  As I got up I saw a notice board and on it was a piece of paper which said, ‘RIP David Bowie.  If you see this take it’.  I looked around (It’s not candid camera but still felt weird) and took down the paper and lovely homemade Blackstar beaded ornament.  I was truly meant to find this.  I messaged the lovely lady who had put it there on her Facebook and suddenly felt better.  This was meant to happen.  I could continue my day and felt comforted by a complete stranger.  Yet again the Bowie community coming together to support each other.  This is one of the good things to have come out of his passing.  There is a real Bowie community.

I also wrote a piece to remember him.  It was named The Worst Anniversary and I used his own words to say how I felt. You can read this further down the page.

Saturday 14th January is the end of Bowie week and I finished it off with my first ever trip to Lazarus.  This is the Bowie play that he had worked on just before his death.  I had avoided all comments on the show so I could see it fresh and make my own decision.  I knew it was based on the character from The Man Who Fell To Earth.  And I didn’t like that film at all.  So, if you want to see what I thought you can read my review here.  http://www.jasminestorm.com/single-post/2017/01/14/Lazarus-Kings-Cross-Theatre-London

What you won't read in my review is at the end of the show, I was sitting in row B and people both sides of me weren't moving. So I decided to climb over that one row in front to get my photo taken with Bowie. You know what happened next! Yep! On my ass with my dress in the air in front of everyone looking towards the Bowie picture. But shhh, keep this to yourself. I don't need the world to think I'm an idiot!

 

This was how I spent my Bowie week. I am sure you all have your own ways of marking the occasion but for me, this was an emotional week of tears of sorrow and tears of joy. 

Me outside Lazarus, Getting my photo taken with Bowie and the lovely Blackstar found in Market Square, Aylesbury. 

At the V&A in 2013 and on what would have been Bowie's 70th Birthday in Brixton, 2017. 

The Worst Anniversary

A year ago the most influential and inspirational person in my life quietly passed away. I was devastated and when I found out my raw emotions poured into a blog which is further down this page.

To mark the anniversary of David Bowie passing away, instead of using my words, I have written how I feel using his words. See how many lyrics you recognise.  RIP David Bowie. Always in my heart.

The Worst Anniversary

 

Where are we now, without you? I’m not quite right at all.

Something happened on the day he died. They said the things to make it seem improbable, Whale of a lie like I hoped it was. And I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through. Cried so much my face was wet and kicked my brains around the floor.  These are the days it never rains but it pours.  The days float through my eyes, but the days still seem the same. I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought. This week dragged past me so slowly. The days fell on their knees. I've heard a rumour from Ground Control. Oh no, don't say it's true. I look out my window what do I see? A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me. All the nightmares came today. And it looks as though they're here to stay. I’m Hitting an all-time low.

Time was waiting in the wings – but you never knew that. Now the wind is wild and despite being a rebel rebel, my love is lost. He was my soul love. Look up there – you’re in heaven – and I know that somebody up there likes me. But London Boy, can you hear me? Is there life on Mars?  Panic, panic get me out of here…

This isn’t a modern love, this is Ziggy Stardust. He gave me more than five years… he told me that knowledge comes with deaths release; that he was a dead man walking and that all the pretty things are going to hell. I wish someone would phone or pick you up on channel two. When I live my dream you can be my hero. You promised that you would be king and I would be queen.

But the mountain moved its eyes to a world of realise and you stepped through the door to float in a most peculiar way. The stars look very different today.  Can you see these tears so blue? An ageless heart that can never mend, These tears can never dry. I have to live without the sunlight. Love without your heartbeat.

But you tell me…

Fill your heart with love today, don't play the game of time. And then I know that as long as we're together, the rest can go to hell. I absolutely love you.  Starman – don’t believe for one second I’m forgetting you. ‘cause you’re wonderful.

I would like to thank.....

 

You know that feeling when you are a kid on a roundabout and go around and around til you are dizzy and the world is spinning?  Or swinging on a swing when you swing so high that for a few seconds you can’t see anything but sky and you catch your breath?  Well I woke up like that this morning.  Why?

Because I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to be a finalist in the Milton Keynes Digital Awards for my blog again this year.  

And who can I thank? I thank my readers.  Those who message

me kind words and comments.  To all those who have offered

congratulations to me since I found out.  To anyone who had read

anything I have written.

It has certainly been a year of mixed emotions and I have blogged

several times about Bowie and how much I love him and miss

him.  I have also been to some wonderful shows and gigs and of

course blog about those.  But I also blog about what moves me,

local, national and international thoughts I may have.  And you guys read it.  I feel so lucky to have your support…so thank you and cross your fingers for me!

UPDATE: Although my blog didn't win - I picked up two awards on behalf of About Milton Keynes, who I have been writing theatre reviews for over the last year. Well Done to the whole team. 

My first Tattoo.

Since I was 16 years old I had always considered having a tattoo.  My step-brother was a tattooist and was covered in them so from an early age I admired the artwork and talent.  My idea of what design to have has changed over the years; as a teenager I wanted stars and a moon on my ankle.  As I approached 40, I had decided on something abstract on my back. Unfortunately, I fell down the stairs and hurt my back to that felt it was the universe’s way of telling me not to have a tattoo. So I left it. I still had virgin skin.   

 

In January 2016, David Bowie passed away.  I have loved David Bowie since I was 12 and would describe myself as so much more than a fan.  He is a part of who I am.  He knows me.  He loves me.  He raised me.  I felt lost without him.  But in my grief of his loss I found the Bowie community, many who felt the same way as me. They felt the loss as deep as I did.

 

So when some people started to get the ‘Blackstar’ tattoos I considered it too. I felt it was a permanent way of telling everyone how much I loved him with no words.  Not that I needed a reminder, but it would also comfort me in my grief.  It would be a big step as I hate needles and after watching all those tattoo mistake programmes I was worried about having something permanent on me that wasn’t perfect.  But I knew I really wanted this.  I wanted to join the gang.

 

I couldn’t just rush into it. I wanted to research to make sure I made the right decision. I found out that all tattooists should be registered with their local authority. Hygiene is very important too – so as I was faced with new photos of other people’s tattoos everyday on Facebook making me want it more – I still took my time to research.

 

I wanted a personal recommendation. It was hard as my friends offering suggestions hadn’t used the person they suggested. Or the artwork wasn’t the sort of design I was looking for. I knew I needed someone who was good at line work. Luckily since January two Facebook groups had been set up just for Bowie tattoos. This was great as I was able to look at variations of their Blackstar designs. I asked them for personal recommendations and narrowed my options down to two tattooists that I really liked and that were commutable. One was in Coventry and one was in London. I liked them both. When I found out that the London one wouldn’t do the stars as small as I wanted, my decision was made.

 

I nervously rang up Queen of Hearts in Coventry and spoke to Natalie. I was put at ease straight away. I felt nervous for so many reasons.

1.    I’d never had a tattoo before so was unsure of how it works

2.    I was worried about design and perfection of executing the design

3.    I was worried about hygiene

4.    I was worried about pain of the needle

5.    I was worried I may change my mind on the design after its on my skin

However as soon as I spoke to Natalie all my worries disappeared and I booked my appointment.   I had about six weeks from my initial call to my appointment and during that time I emailed her and spoke to her about all my worries and questions. All were answered and put me at ease.

 

So almost three months to the day we lost Bowie, I caught a train to Coventry.  I hadn’t been for many years and it has changed in places with new buildings and landscaped greens. Almost unrecognisable from the 70’s look of many buildings I remember.

 

I headed for the cathedral and with a print out from Google Maps and my smart phone tried to find my destination.  When I found it I was warmly welcomed and offered a cup of tea.  I relaxed and not felt rushed or hurried at all.  We discussed the final changes to my design and I chose my final font for the lyric which was actually a difficult decision. The font was called ‘Angelface’ which felt right and looked right.

 

I had decided a while ago I wanted the Bowie Blackstar’s.  I like the abstract design that spells out Bowie but that not everyone would know.  I like the idea of being part of a secret bowie society. I have always been a lyric person and knew that I also wanted a lyric on my arm.  This was a difficult job as I love so much of his work and so many of his lyrics mean so much to me. Eventually I narrowed it down to two.

 

‘It’s only forever’ from Labyrinth.  I liked this as my love for him is forever and so will the tattoo be.  And I do spend my life quoting from the film ‘she chose down?  Too late now’. ‘Come inside – meet the Mrs’.  ‘I need you Hoggle’.  Yep I was always a big Labyrinth fan and especially ‘You have no power over me’.

 

‘Cause you’re wonderful’ from Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide.  I like the fact he could be saying I’m wonderful, or I could be saying he is wonderful. My blog is called ‘It’s a wonderful life’ and Iike the positive connotations. I also sang this loud when I visited the V&A Bowie Is… exhibition. When he says ‘Not only is this the last show of the tour but it’s the last show we’ll ever do’, I always cry.  It was the winner and the right decision to put it on my arm forever.  

I wanted it to look like a bracelet around my wrist and to finish it off have a small red heart as Bowie will always be in my heart.  This was my original idea and I had not seen anyone have anything like this to date.

 

I don’t know what I had been worried about.  The tattoo space was lovely and decorated in a quirky way.  It certainly appealed to my personality.  I felt excited about doing this.  It was the right time and the right place.  Natalie asked me what music I wanted to play and I chose Young Americans and Hunky Dory albums. I’m a 70’s Bowie girl at heart. I admit that I had a small tear in my eye when 'Somebody up there likes me' came on. 

To my surprise it didn’t hurt at all.  And suddenly I had a tattoo.  It had taken me years to find the right design, the right reason, the right place to have it but now I was a Blackstar and proud to be so. 

The Loss of David Bowie   11.01.16

 

I blog.  I blog about things I feel strongly about.  I blog about things I love. So today of all days – what else can I do but write down a few feelings on the passing of my idol, David Bowie.

 

Those of you that know me, already know that David Bowie has been a huge part of my life.  I may have met some of you at the Bowie Is exhibition or a Holy Holy gig…others I may never have met. But today we are all in mourning.  Today is not The Next Day but the worst day.

 

It is surreal how I found out.  I was actually sick last night and took today off work.  When I woke I had lots of texts from friends offering their condolences before I knew what they were on about.  I logged into Facebook to find more messages.  I couldn’t believe it.  Surely it cannot be true.  I rang my sister to confirm it.  She thinks I have a sixth sense as I was sick the day he died without even knowing.  I am struggling between moments of disbelief and moments of terrible grief.  I cannot stop crying.  Even when I am not sobbing I have the odd tear sneaking down my cheek before I can stop it.

 

My husband ‘likes’ David Bowie and has tried to comfort me.  But right now I need to be around people who really ‘get’ Bowie.  People whose lives were changed forever by him. People who share and understand my grief.  I have often joked that I would get rid of the husband and kids before I got rid of my Bowie collection.  Of course I love my husband and kids, but it was me trying to explain how much Bowie meant to me.    

 

So why do I love him?  It’s hard to explain.  I love his individuality – how he wasn’t scared to be different.  This spoke volumes to me as I never felt I fitted in a ‘normal’ society.  And he didn’t much care for being successfully commercial.  He kept reinventing himself.  Killing off Ziggy was such a brave move yet he made it work. Who else would do that?  Even when he had huge commercial success with Let’s Dance he admits it was one of his less creative periods.

 

I love his compassion and generosity.  During his early years he shared his songs, resurrecting the fading career of Mott the Hoople with All The Young Dudes.  He quietly gave up a slot in his performance on Live Aid to show a film about the starving children.  He always gave to others.

 

I love his talents.  He doesn’t just have a few tracks or a few albums that I love.  I love his diversity and range of genres.  His ability to continue to shock with his music.  This doesn’t mean I have loved everything he has released.  I was never keen on Tin Machine and more recently I hated Sue. (I’ve never been a fan of Jazz).  But ask me which is my favourite album and I would struggle to answer.  I love Hunky Dory.  Kooks always makes me laugh. I love Ziggy and always thought Five Years was a genius piece of writing.  Young Americans is such a sexy album and Station To Stationis one of my favourite tracks from the album of the same name.  I have recently rediscovered and adored, The Man Who Sold The World, especially ‘All the Madmen’ which feels like ‘All the Bowie fans’.  A huge thanks in part to Holy Holy for bringing this album back to life to live audiences.  It really felt special to be part of it.

 

It’s not just his talent for music that I love.  He is (was? – I’m not ready to put him in the past tense yet – it’s all still too raw) an accomplished actor.  Just watch him in Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence or see a clip of his performance of The Elephant Man to know he was Oscar worthy.  And everyone’s guilty pleasure is watching Labyrinth as an adult.  My personal favourite is Absolute Beginners.  Not because of the role he played particularly, but the entire film feels like a cult film and the theme tune of the film by Bowie is an outstanding piece of music that always sends shivers down my spine.

 

He has a wicked sense of humour which can be seen in his extended video of ‘Jazzin for Blue Jean’ Video where he plays two parts.  The end of the video he is arguing with Julien Temple, the director, to say Vic should get the girl instead of ‘Screaming Lord Byron’.  Its truly perfect.

 

I grieve his passing.  It is a personal loss.  I am as devastated as if it were a member of my own family.  But it’s not just my loss.  It’s a loss to all his fans all over the world.  All those who loved him deeply even if they had never met him.  It’s also a loss to all those potential fans who may ‘get’ him now.  I hope you do.  You don’t know how much you miss without Bowie in your life.

 

I will give the final word over to Morgan Visconti (Tony Visconti’s son) who said -

"Another day, another adventure!" was the last thing you said to me. I'll always remember that. My hero. Rest in peace, David Bowie.

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