David Bowie show at the Brooklyn Museum
David Bowie’s kid went to school with our kids. I remember meeting him at a school event. He wasn’t that tall and he looked like he just rolled out of bed. No make-up, no fancy clothes, no strutting, no gelled up hair. Josh happened to be with me and at the time Josh was in a band. He told Bowie that his band was covering his songs. He was so nice to Josh about it. It was hard not to be starstruck. After all, David Bowie is a legend.
If you have not seen the David Bowie show at the Brooklyn Museum, get tickets and go. The show is really well done. You can’t take any photos except for the front room which is where this photo is from. Everyone gets headphones and set that is connected to Bluetooth so as you walk through each room it connects to what is going on in that room. It is really well done. Essentially you are talking through the tour listening to him speak and hearing his music.
He was an insanely creative person who was a musician, an artist, an actor and from what it appears, easy to work with. His creativity was multi-dimensional. Go see the show, it is good.
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Im so jealous…
Exactly my response 😉
Huge fan. Have tickets for next Friday. Can’t wait. But did you get the Rebel Rebel t-shirt?
Did not.
A big fan.When I lived in Soho back when I used to see him at Lucky Strike but figured that anyone eating scrambled eggs at 3am deserved his privacy.
for sure!
Lucky strike is one of the last remaining pieces of old Soho.Was a staple back when we used to go to sleep at dawn rather than wake up then!
I used to love going to Lucky Strike to see who was going to be in the pages of Vogue next month.I saw and met so many celebs when I lived in the city (including Viva and Brigid Berlin — which really made my day). But I never saw Bowie 🙁 Probably a good thing. I might have lost it.
Soho was a great place to live at one time when it was all funk and artists and illegal live/work lofts.You know 5th floor walkups where when friends came over you went out on the fire escape and threw the keys down for them to come up.
Swoon.
The day Bowie died, I surprised myself in that I couldn’t stop sobbing. All day. I NEVER sob.When we watched “Wild Wild Country,” my husband and I talked a lot about the allure of a cult (or cult-like situation). I’ve never been even slightly interested in that kind of thing. But Bowie might have been able to convince me 😉