A rampant David Bowie, a couple of hours ago in Paris.
The redeeming spiritual qualities of sex...
What tonight's David Bowie show at the Zenith in Paris lacked in length, (compared to the Berlin show of two days ago) it certainly made up for in sexiness... according to our female reporters recovering on the spot as I type this, at least. A breathless Susans and Celine, phoned through a gibbering report that really made me wonder if they were going to need urgent medical attention.
It went something like this:
"Beautiful sexy red satiny suit...Life On Mars...gorgeous...Ashes...Gasp...Dancing with Gail...Survive...hair stuff with Cat...Breaking Glass... Cactus...Grrowl..." etc., etc.
I think I managed to prise a complete set list out of Susans somehow, and it went something like this:
Life On Mars?
Ashes To Ashes
I?m Afraid of Americans
5:15 The Angels Have Gone
I?ve Been Waiting For You
Heathen (The Rays)
A New Career In A New Town
Everyone Says 'Hi'
The girls managed to regain their composure enough to explain that David did a few bits of mime during 'Fame', including the old signing autographs routine, and the rope pulling illusion that he employed in that Bing Crosby Show version of "Heroes" back in 1977.
'Rebel Rebel' captured the imagination of a highly appreciative audience, who continued to cheer "for what seemed like hours" after the song ended. A particularly raucous version of 'Hallo Spaceboy' ended with David dropping his microphone and pretending to stamp on it, and the whole show was liberally sprinkled with much good old dirty rock 'n' roll sex!
Apparently the music was quite brilliant too! };-)