Where is David Bowie?
Where is David Bowie?
He’s vanished. The Thin White Duke’s 65th birthday was January 8, 2012, but there was no public party, no photographs, no nostalgia decorated with candles and frosting.
Unlike contemporaries Mick Jagger and Jimmy Page, Ziggy Stardust seems to have disappeared into a vast domestic void, ala John Lennon. Reliable news reports like Rolling Stone and the UK’s Daily Record allude to a former rock god who has now devoted himself, heart and soul, to the life of being a Dad and a husband. He is not out dancing, he is not out attending red carpet events, and he is not on the talk show circuit. He is just… missing.
I want my renegade back. Supposedly, there is a 12-city tour city scheduled the summer of 2012; with all activities and preparations sanctioned by doctors and heart specialists. Did you know that Bowie had a heart attack in 2004, and it has haunted him ever since? At age 57, our hero doubled over in agony and was diagnosed with heart problems. He has been awfully quiet ever since. His upcoming tour is brought to you by the best cardiac specialists money can buy….but is the world ready for Bowie’s newest incarnation of feeble monarch of the circadian rhythm? I don’t know.
Because Bowie is not a part of a group like similar rock gods as The Rolling Stones or The Who, he is not involved in the same financial group dynamics or bickering as those who are multi-invested in their own fame or royalty deals. There is no simpering Axl Rose haunting the background of Bowie’s music awards. Being a singular phenomenon, Bowie is able to call the shots and remain the ultimate superstar in any grand touring production in which he participates. He can be as intimate or as obscure as he likes – but ultimately, his fans just want him to be visible.
Iman, little HSN Circe. You are a siren in the sea of muses – admit it. What have you done to the beloved one? You have reduced him to carpool, to painting pictures all afternoon and then picking up the spawn after school. It is unacceptable how you have tamed the musical demon. I would respect you, if only I wasn’t so annoyed that it was Bowie that you silenced.
65 years old and hidden… inaccessible… will the 2012 tour redeem you? Or will it be a puppet show, driven by ticket sales and merchandising rights? I mean, after all – no matter how much I adore your previous personas, nothing can excuse the concert sellout of the “Serious Moonlight Tour” and the absurd “Glass Spider Tour”. I’m speaking from genuine truth – this is from a fan who had the poster of your “Elephant Man” Chicago run taped to the wall by my bed. I only want the best for you.
At least you have not fallen prey to the church of plastic surgery. Bowie still looks like Bowie, even with the heavy bags under his blue and brown eyes.
We miss you, David. You haven’t been onstage since 2006, and you’ve only done cameos on other people’s projects. Please come back to the world that worships and adores you.
David, Ziggy, Aladdin Sane. Where art thou?
“Oh, how I sighed, when they asked if I knew his name…”
Posted on May 23, 2012, in About Me and tagged Aladdin Sane, Axl Rose, David Bowie, heart attack, Iman, Jimmy Page, John Lennon, Mick Jagger, muse, red carpet, Rolling Stones, The Thin White Duke, The Who, Ziggy Stardust. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.