Gullible Punter wrote:Very, very unexpectedly on Tuesday me and Baron found ourselves up close and very personal with Woody Woodmansey and Tony Visconti. We had been in prime and enjoyable seats for the Holy Holy tour-like front row three feet away - and it was a cracking show that I recommend you see.
Anyway - the show ended,we mingled and chatted. I cried a bit.
Before the show the band had stressed that this was not a memorial but a celebration. Their absolute joy in playing these tunes - and absolute joy was the most prominent thing - was evident.
I danced (the only person dancing, still don't really understand that) and I have to say that a huge portion of the sadness of losing Bowie on earth disappeared for me. I got a real sense of the complete timespan and longevity of his music, maybe as I had never seen him live before so this was my first time hearing Bowie Bowie Bowie.
The band were going mental. If Bowie wasn't inside vIsconti and Woody who was he in? When o was dancing with them it felt like a final wonderful wake where sadness morphed into something else. I will always have sadness pangs but this was a cathartic event where I emerged full of fucking joy.
I wish I hadn't been boozy when I wrote this. I missed out the part that I wanted to say, which was that since Bowie died I have been obsessed and miserable with the idea that I never got to say thank you to him. For some reason I felt it was very important, and ever since going to the exhibition and seeing the fan letters he kept, I resolved that I would do something. A friend's husband had said that they would collaborate on an idea for a little comic strip type thing I was going to do and send him. This was in 2014. I kept putting it off and putting it off. Last September when in NY we heard at a party that he wasn't well. I shrugged it off. Then he was dead.
The best part about that night was saying thank you to Woody and Visconti. It felt like they were accepting thanks on his behalf. I heard a shit load of others saying it too. I bet they're fucking sick of it. It made me feel a shit load better though. I smiled for the next 24 hours.