The David Bowie cover band quickly swept through Harrisonburg last weekend after our quite long, obscure set. Under the radar of mainstream media hype, Bowie and the boys played a show to end all shows. I believe Bowie, where every he was on that night, shed a tear. It’s up for debate if it was a tear of joy or disappointment.
The electricity in the crowded, damp basement radiated amongst the rallied bicycle brigade, the skateboard “culture” kids, the locals, birthday peeps, and the random JMU students that stumbled upon something somewhat magical. It was a mixing pot of characters, and I didn’t feel out of place in my one piece red, blue, and black lyrca 80’s disco outfit. I left my suit unzipped exposing my few struggling chest hairs to the world. Pretty artistic, right?
From here on there isn’t a whole lot to talk about. The show happened. We crammed. It was what it was…we didn’t practice or play as a full band until that evening. Regardless, I had a good time, and now have a better apperciation for David Bowie. I’ve also realized Bowie’s one of those artists that everyone knows and loves, but people actually don’t really know anything about him or his songs. Trendy.
