Archive for December, 2006
Diamond Dogs’ Moonage Daydream
The beauty of the internet, and, the dismay of the major recording studios, is that anyone can put their stuff out there and it’s immediately accessible to the masses. Youtube is IMO the culmination of all the internet was meant to do in regards to the performing arts. Tonight I stumbled across a tribute band called Diamond Dogs. Here’s their version of Moonage Daydream performed live:
I love it for several reasons. They definitely have the essence of Bowie, if not the dress. The “bitch slap” between Bowie and Ronson, the mime routine from Width of a Circle, and, although someone unknowing complains on Youtube, the extended guitar solo Ronson blisters in the live version so Bowie could make a costume change. It’s almost all there. I even like the flute interlude. Good job Diamond Dogs!
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Arthur and the Invisibles
Bowie’s apparently in another movie, in voice only:
Looks like one to take the Moonlet to see. This is very cool.
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Peace On Earth
Growing up in rural Kentucky in the late 70’s and early 80’s, listening to David Bowie wasn’t considered cool by almost anyone’s standards. Those friends that did think I was cool for challenging the social norms by listening to an androgynous asexual most of rural US wished was from Mars were usually the kind of people you really didn’t want thinking you were cool. Those that did listen to Bowie with me in those days did so with the doors closed and the headphones on. They did it often, but no one was allowed to know. If someone did suspect, it was vehemently denied. If the chatter got too much, the closed-door headphone sessions ended and we played southern rock to assure everyone we were not “that way”. Times were rough then.
I grew out of that phase ( basically everyone else adjusted ). Times passed by and I wanted a family. After several years of futility, I decided to consult with “experts”. I was told quite frankly I would most likely never have kids. I won’t bore you all with the extinuating circumstances. But, I pretty much gave up on the idea and went back to sinning and lusting and having all kinds of fun with rather reckless abandon.
So, I think it should be obvious why this rather crappy video I shot with a cell phone means so much to me:
Cruising the streets of my home town, listening to my all-time favorite performer who I used to be ostracized for listening to being broadcast for all to hear at Christmas, with the son I was told I’d never have.
Pretty damn cool.
For those that don’t remember, here’s a much better sounding version:
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