When there is no more food, I must dance like David Bowie
Station To Station
Available on September 28, 2010 in North America, you can now buy it in 3 different flavors”
iTunes download will get you the album and the Live At Nassau, plus the unedited “Panic In Detroit”
Standard will get you the album, the Live at Nassau remaster, a DVD of the 5.1 version
Deluxe will get you all the above plus heavyweight vinyls, pictures and other memorabilia
1967
A large white house in Bromley stands next to several other houses equally white and large. A front garden in spring bloom, and outside stands a mini-van with Dombey & Sons (Painters) written on the side. Inside the house two youths aged 19 are painting the living room…
Marc: Hello, I’m Marc, are you a mod?
Bowie: Er-yes.
Marc: I’m King Mod. (Marc regards Bowie’s bowling shoes, then looks up, his face screwed up in thought) Your shoes are crap.
Bowie: They’re new.
Marc: You wasted your money. You need these. (Bowie looks down at Marc’s shoes, he notices Marc is wearing leopard print slip ons with cuban heels) They’re fab.
Bowie: Bet you don’t wear them when it’s raining. I’m Dave.
Marc: Dave? You don’t live round here, do you? I haven’t seen you at the Golden Lion.
Bowie: Nah. I live in Beckenham.
Marc: Better than living on Fulham Broadway, I s’pose. I’m hungry, let’s go get bacon sandwiches.
Bowie: Oh, alright then, Marc. (He pauses and tries to remember if he took the ten bob note off the dresser that morning. He thinks really hard and begins to sing.) ‘With your long blonde hair, and your eyes of blue….’
Marc: Ooo, go on. That’s very cool.
Bowie: ‘The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow. Sor-row’,
Marc: I’m in a band. We got a residency at the Golden Lion. I’m working today because George got drunk last night. It was his birthday.
Bowie: Was?
Marc: Yeah he’s dead.
Bowie: Oh, sorry. That must’ve been a shock —
Marc: No, no, no. He’s not ‘dead’ dead. He’s just ‘dead’ to the Mannish Boys.
Bowie: I didn’t know….
Marc: Some of the lads saw him dressed as a rocker in Southend. On the Golden Mile he was. Hanging out with a girl. I think he was sharing some fish ‘n’ chips.
Bowie: Yeah? And?
Marc: You can’t be a mod and wear a leather jacket at the weekend. Or walk about eating fish ‘n’ chips with a girl.
Bowie: I’ll remember that.
Marc: I like you, your shoes are still crap though.
Bowie: Eggs and bacon, then?
Marc: Nah, bacon sandwich.
FADE
