My sister’s original copies of David Bowie’s Space Oddity and Ziggy Stardust. I have many fond memories of listening to these albums with her.
My return to the My Life — In Concert! series, this time looking back on seeing David Bowie for the first time, 30 years ago, fortuitously dovetails with last week’s delightful shock that is the release of Bowie’s first album of new material in a decade, The Next Day.
He first came into my orbit 40 years ago in his Ziggy Stardust days, at the dawn of 1973. His ongoing body of work has been a constant presence in my life ever since, in particular, the ground-breaking succession of albums that he released between 1969 and 1980.
Before turning my focus to the show at Toronto’s CNE Stadium, I’ll first write about what Bowie and glam rock meant to me, and my impressions on how his emergence had a broader impact on the 1970s.
Lightning struck twice for me shortly after I turned 10. 1972 was bleeding into 1973, and I was thrilled to now be part of the double-digit-age clique, with that majestic 1 planted firmly in front of the stalwart 0 in all its binary glory. The yellow brick road to Teenageville, and then onto Adultia, stretched out before me like gleaming candy. I was excited to be starting my journey, one with a down-the-line jackpot of any manner of enticing Pandora’s Boxes filled with mature delights — mature as envisioned by my still-naive-yet-overactive Grade Five imagination, anyway. Continue reading →
Unfortunately, my ticket for this show is long lost. Someone sent me this picture from somewhere on the net but I’m not sure from where. Let me know if it’s yours. I remember that I did have a stub exactly like this in an old wallet for years. Damn.
001. The Thrill of It All: Roxy Music, London Arena, London, Ontario, Canada, February 8, 1975, approximate price $6, ticket M.I.A.
My concert-going life started shortly after I turned 12 with this Roxy Music gig. I had been a huge Roxy fan for just over a year. And let us remember: a year is long time when you’re that age (the equivalent of about five of my current early middle-aged years).