I saw David Bowie once. Not in concert, but in real life.
I was the facilities manager at a theater downtown. We had a
group renting the theater for a children’s show. One afternoon, I was in the
lobby as the audience let out. One family stood out because the mother was a
very tall African woman. I looked at her and thought, “Is that Iman?” I looked
at the father. He had this enormous moustache. As he passed closer, I looked at
the upper half of his face. Sure enough, it was The Man Who Fell To Earth
himself.
I have no idea why they brought their daughter to that show.
It didn’t have much press or buzz or anything, and I remember it seeming like a
particularly un-fun and un-appealing children’s show. I have never seen a
picture of David Bowie with a giant moustache, so it seemed to me that it was a
disguise. It made me laugh to think that he would put on this huge, fake,
ostentatious moustache in order to protect his anonymity, so he could walk the
streets of New York with his giant, famous supermodel wife.
RIP David Bowie
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