Ziggy - "Streamlined to greasepaint-splattered weasel slickness"
and the object of "unrequited, loin-lubricated lust"... it says here.
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone...
The Ziggy Stardust Motion Picture DVD continues to garner great reviews since we posted a bunch of them a couple of months back. (03/22/03 NEWS: ZIGGY STARDUST MOTION PICTURE COMPETITION) Recent praise includes a four star review in the current June issue of Mojo, and a top of the list placing in the UNCUT (June issue also) recommended DVDs of the last three months.
But possibly one of the more enthusiastic pieces was hi-lighted by BowieNetter Susans who sent in a great review from the May edition of Classic Rock, (She's a hard-rockin' chick!) from which the picture above was taken. The review, by Ian Fortnam, is worth reproducing here in its entirety (almost):
Hello Goodbye - The night when Bowie spectacularly killed off his greatest creation
A CARICATURE ROCK SHOW if ever there was one, Bowie's 'farewell' performance at London's Hammersmith Odeon on July 3, 1973, still serves to epitomise the ultimate dream gig for every fledgling pop idol that has ever postured heroically before their bedroom mirror.
Streamlined to greasepaint-splattered weasel slickness; accentuated beyond earthly dynamism by eye-boggling costume changes, expertly choreographed, androgynous provocation and arms-aloft, guitar god gurnings; its star deified by a pansexual phalanx of mesmerised and submissive stormtroopers stretching their hands toward the stage while unself-consciously drizzling their dolly-brooched Biba drag with desperate tears of unrequited, loin-lubricated lust.
It made the Beatles at Shea Stadium look like a vicar's tea party, and set an unattainable benchmark that will guarantee the likes of Manson and Molko teddy bear-strangling sleepless nights of unbidden jealousy for the rest of their natural lives.
Oh yes, it was (by all accounts) quite a gig. But you don't have to take received glam rock wisdom's word for it, because DA Pennebaker (a filmmaker who previously alerted the planet to Jimi Hendrix's epoch-scarring guitar conflagrations via Monterey Pop) immortalised every last Stardust death throe.
Bowie's performance is exemplary, his 2,500-strong supporting cast of pit-bound glitterati compelling in their exquisite distress, and the Technicolor sonics of the Mick Ronson-arranged Spiders majestic.
But I guess you all knew that anyway. };-)