Caryn Rose is a New York City-based writer and photographer who documents rock and roll and urban life. She is the author of two novels, B-SIDES AND BROKEN HEARTS and A WHOLE NEW BALLGAME, and three non-fiction books, RAISE YOUR HAND; ONE GIRL, ONE TEAM, ONE CITY; and GAS, FOOD, WIFI. clips | [more]
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Rounding up my work following the man’s passing:
I had been assigned to review this for a website, but since I didn’t get the record until 12:01am Friday morning, didn’t get to file it over the weekend as I had planned. I told my editor that I would get it to her on Monday during the day. But once I woke up on Monday, I had to write a whole new set of pieces, and this got set aside.
I actually did look at it on Tuesday, after I had posted an excerpt on Facebook, noting that it was going to be killed, given the circumstances. A couple of writers urged me to post it anyway. Plans to publish it at its original home fell through, and at this point it makes no sense — but I did want to commemorate it here.
I went down to Lafayette Street last night, a thing I never would have done had the man not left us. But I heard about the tribute from a friend that lived downtown and felt the need to pay my respects.
David Bowie never waited for the light to change before crossing.
David Bowie could finish the Friday crossword.
David Bowie wouldn’t lean on the pole during rush hour.
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT A THEATER CRITIC.
David Bowie’s latest artistic foray, Lazarus, a musical inspired by The Man Who Fell To Earth, is playing off-off-broadway at the New York Theater Workshop. There was a release of tickets for this weekend so I grabbed one for the Sunday evening performance.
~~SPOILER ALERT. I’m not going to spoil the plot but I will spoil the music. You’ve been warned. Yes, it’s a limited run, but there are posters all over the subways for a limited run that’s already sold out so they’re clearly looking to make it an unlimited run.~~
We arrived at the Victoria & Albert Museum at 9:45am, thinking we were late and had just missed our 10am ticket entry time–only for the guard to tell us the museum wasn’t opened yet, but that when it did open, we just had to walk straight ahead to the entry for the exhibit. And we stood there as the crowd grew and grew, and people walked up and said that they were there for the Special Exhibit but didn’t have tickets, and the guard told them that there were already 400 people waiting upstairs (we took the subway route from the South Kensington tube station, so were underground) and that they had to go up there. I clutched my tickets tighter.
I don’t care that I just saw him three months ago. There is just no way in hell I am going to sit at home when David fucking Bowie is in town. Tweet Enjoyed this post? Consider signing up for my monthly newsletter.
I can’t explain why I didn’t run out frantically and join Bowie’s fan club and get the best possible seats I could for the Paramount – yeah, the show was six months in advance. Yeah, it would have meant making my first ticket purchase of 2004 still with much of 2003 ahead of me. But […]
