Saturday, April 10, 2004 I could take a foxy kind of stand
The other day Clamshandy was telling me about the crowd of former (and current!) enthusiastically bi-sexual drug hobbyists at the Bowie show the other night, so I told her about this one time at the 9:30 club in DC where my friends and I had gotten a really good spot to view Mr. Bowie himself, but then I started to feel faint. That kind of thing had happened enough for me to know that if I ignored the feeling, I would fall over, so I had to stumble to the back of the hall, where I sat back against a wall for a while and a 45ish woman with a pyramid-shaped home perm and an hand-embroidered "dbfan" sweatshirt (teal on white) told me about how great it was to see Bowie for the hundredth time.
Really, I was trying to build on the image of the sweatshirt, but Clamshandy got really excited. "It happened again?" she typed. ( I don't interact face to face. Ever.)
Then I remembered the specific real-life situation that made me realize that I would fall down. It was the time I fell down.
I was out with my cool big sister and her cool friend, and we'd driven all the way to another state, practically, to see Nine Inch Nails and Some Guy.
We got there, and a "band" called Prick* ( opened, and then Nine Inch Nails came out, and all the peppy blonde teen girls and burly dudes in beerhats sang along to "Hurt."
Then, there was a roar, because a man walked out on stage in a snakeskin coat, which he then dropped rakishly to the floor . And he sang a little song or two with Nine Inch Nails. When that band left, there was a stampede out of the area in front of the stage. Suddenly, there was room to fall over.
I did.
I'm not sure why. I remember a rushing noise, my vision going white, and some of the security guys running over to make sure I was OK. I finished the rest of the show sitting! on the floor in front of the stage, staring up at The Man in the Pants. I liked it when he covered that Nirvana song.
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My theory as to why I'd completely forgotten my first Bowie-related total system failure is that I was blocking the supporting details I've outlined above.
I don't really have a theory on why I'm allergic to David Bowie in the first place, though. Clamshandy's theory is that my delicate system cannot tolerate the phrase "Funk to funky."
*Click and scroll down to see how this band later came back to haunt me. posted by Frenz | 4/10/2004 12:49:00 AM
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