'Good Evening, Newcastle!' David Bowie in Sunderland (1987)
Accepted wisdom seems to be that Bowie was brilliant right through the 70s but went commercial (and a bit crap) in the mid-80s.
Balls. Bowie singing "Heroes" at Live Aid was my Starman on Top of the Pops moment. I was 12 and instantly fell in love. He was a cool bastard and his Live Aid set was dynamite - I didn't have a clue what TVC15 was about but I taped it off the telly and listened to it endlessly.
To begin with, the only Bowie album I could find was a dodgy pirate cassette a relative had brought home from the Middle East: Tonight.
The music pirates had padded out a 60 minute cassette with older songs, so for quite a while I thought When I'm Five and Let Me Sleep Beside You were recorded at the same time as Loving the Alien and Blue Jean. That's how much I knew about the Bowie back catalogue.
It was only when I bought a secondhand vinyl copy of Tonight (£2.50 from the Tuesday market in Newton Aycliffe) that I realised the album had 9 tracks.
I didn't read music magazines or newspapers, so I didn't know Bowie 'wasn't as good as he used to be'. But throughout 1986 I realised just how exciting it was to wait for a new Bowie single. Unlike every other pop or rock star, there was no way of guessing what a new Bowie song would sound like. Bowie released Absolute Beginners, Underground and When the Wind Blows as singles in 1986 and all of them were completely different.
An interesting note: some of my school friends called me a 'puff' and a 'queer' for liking David Bowie. One particular kid told me that I shouldn't be listening to music by 'that bender,' I should listen to 'proper rock. Like Queen.'
So I tried to keep my Bowie addiction quiet, but that was difficult when 1987 rolled around. I couldn't stop listening to his latest album (Never Let Me Down). It was the best thing I'd ever heard. And then the really unexpected news broke - Bowie was bringing the Glass Spider tour to Roker Park. This was simply too good to be to true.
David Bowie.
In Sunderland.
I
skived off school. I'd never been to a 'gig' before. It was
the day after my 14th birthday and there was a coach trip running from Darlington. It was a grey and drizzly day and going to one of those big stadium gigs seemed to involve a lot of standing around. I had a big blue cagoule and a pair of binoculars - so I spent the hours before the show staring at the giant glass spider stage set. It didn't look great - it was made mainly of tinsel, wires and scaffolding - but I was sure it'd be fine once all the lights were on.
It was supposed to be surreal and dream-like - but it was also really frustrating because it was the middle of Summer and in broad daylight the set looked a bit rubbish. There were black polythene bags over some of the electrical equipment - presumably to keep the rain out.
But it was David Bowie! In Sunderland! It was really him! In Sunderland! And the crowd loved him - even if he did say 'good evening, Newcastle' in Sunderland!
He also thanked us for 'not letting it rain. You don't know how nice it is not to play in the rain'. And then he couldn't do the encore on top of the big Spider because it started pissing down.
Bloody Sunderland.
*Yes - I liked Tin Machine as well. I listened to it more than anything else in 1989.
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