Category: glam rock

Beyond glam: Roxy Music’s Brian Eno at the Roy…

Beyond glam: Roxy Music’s Brian Eno at the Royal College Of Art, London, July 5 1972, by Brian Cooke

Marc Bolan, glam athlete. Ping a pong, get it …

Marc Bolan, glam athlete. Ping a pong, get it on!

Brian Eno of Roxy Music, New York City, by Lee…

Brian Eno of Roxy Music, New York City, by Leee Black Childers

Roxy Music: Bryan Ferry, Brian Eno, Phil Manza…

Roxy Music: Bryan Ferry, Brian Eno, Phil Manzanera, Rik Kenton at the Royal College Of Art in London, July 5 1972 by Brian Cooke. (That photoshoot where Ferry was sure he was gonna out-glam Eno this time. WRONG AGAIN)

Brian May tweeted this photo of himself with t…

Brian May tweeted this photo of himself with the Red Special that he and his father built together in 1963

Beyond glam: Roxy Music’s Brian Eno at the Roy…

Beyond glam: Roxy Music’s Brian Eno at the Royal College Of Art, London, July 5 1972, by Brian Cooke

Marc Bolan, T. Rex, 1973, from the sleeve for …

Marc Bolan, T. Rex, 1973, from the sleeve for the German single “The Groover”, via

David Bowie: Ziggy Stardust in New York City, …

David Bowie: Ziggy Stardust in New York City, by Leee Black Childers.

iris-wallpaper: soundsof71: glamrock-lizardma…





David Bowie during “The Jean Genie” for The 1980 Floor Show, 1973 (his US TV debut), by Mick Rock. The costume originally had a third hand (guess where) that NBC network officials insisted be removed.

That information about the third hand is so important to me

Then you need to see this recent fan re-edit of the original performance by YouTuber Mister Sussex. It’s one of the filthiest things you’ve ever seen. I was 13 when this aired, and it fried my brain for life. LOL It was after midnight (the show was The Midnight Special, which aired from 11:30PM Friday to 1AM Saturday in my time zone), and I was the only one awake in the house. Having snuck out of bed to watch, I was now practically wetting myself with some combination of panic, lust, and sheer joy. LOL 

An absolutely lascivious vocal (plus, check that leer into the audience right after “Loves to be loved…”, around 2:20), regularly spreading his legs so we can see his…uhm, leotard LOL, one of Mick Ronson’s most ripping solos (and unlike the UK “Starman” video from 1972, it’s Mick doing the reaching for David this time) – and David aggressively rubbing his penis on the microphone before thrusting it in Mick’s face while they sing practically cheek to cheek! Plus a TRIO of saxophones backing them up!

Again, this was Bowie’s US TV debut. Nobody knew from Ziggy (which was a flop when it was first released), but Aladdin Sane was a hit and Pin Ups was newly in the shops, so we had SOME idea of how crazy this broadcast was gonna get….but it turns out that no, no, we had not the least fucking idea how crazy this was going to get.

I could write a whole book about this broadcast, and I hope somebody does someday. I could certainly write a whole book about how it impacted me. I mean, all the pictures of it we post on tumblr are one thing. But crank this the fuck up, imagine that it’s the first time you’re seeing anything of Bowie besides a couple of album covers, and be amazed.

@soundsof71 – it was the first time my parents let me stay up past the time they went to bed. My older brother had been able to stay up to watch the Midnight Special, and he was now driving and allowed to stay out as late as he wanted. I changed into pj’s and settled down in nest of blankets and crocheted granny-square afghans to spend me first Grown Up night.

A vision in blue spandex stepped into the stage. His hair was orange and stood straight up on top. Lipstick! Was that lipstick – on man? One arm was bare – the skin shone as white and luminous as an opal. Flames climbed his torso, appliqued gold and red on blue. One bare leg was painted to look like flames.

And then he opened his mouth.

And sang

The sound was raw and urgent and ragged and longing and sweet and aching and raw and … utterly otherworldly. I felt an ache, a longing I’d never felt before. I wanted … but I didn’t even know what it was that I ached for. My breath caught in my throat as the vision of androgynous beauty sang, costume changes with each song. My chest hurt more and more as the hour wore on. My toes curled inside my rainbow-stripped socks. I eventually lay my head down on my crossed arms, dazed and exhausted and troubled.

And then it was over. The National Anthem played – I’d stayed up past midnight for the first time in my life…

the night I became a woman. Thanks to David Bowie.

soundsof71:David Bowie, getting prepped for hi…


David Bowie, getting prepped for his appearance on ABC’s Good Morning America, February 3, 1976, by Neal Preston

Okay, so here’s a query for you Bowie whizzes that I’ve asked all over the web, and have yet to find an answer. What the hell was Dave on GMA to talk about?

The rest of the context is that he was in Los Angeles to speak with Rona Barrett, GMA’s Hollywood correspondent (the show was, and is, based in New York), and he was there with Angie. So more specifically, what was Dave on Good Morning America to talk about alongside Angie?

Here they are on air….


…and backstage with Rona:


In context, he’d just begun his Isolar tour in support of Station To Station, which makes me wonder about if the date of Feb. 3 on these photos can possibly be correct. He’d played Vancouver to open the tour the night before and was due in Seattle later that night, but to be in LA for a New York live spot, he might have been on set as early as 5am — and he notoriously hated to fly, and no way he could have done this by train. 

Maybe it was a taped segment to promote his 3-night run in LA starting the 8th, plus a night in San Diego, the following week? But still, how? Or maybe he did the taping when he did in fact arrive in LA…which still begs the question, what would he have been talking about with Angie alongside him?

Anyway, this is some of the stuff that keeps me awake at night, and why I spend an average of maybe an hour of research per post I make, and in some cases, like this one, doing vastly more than that, over a period of months or even years. And sometimes to no avail.

Sooooooo, my Bowie experts, what can you tell me? Help a brother get some sleep!

PS. #rant on:  These pictures are typically credited to the Michael Ochs Archives, a pet peeve of mine. God bless Mr. Ochs and his stellar archiving instincts for preserving literally millions of great photos before his passing, but a pox on him and his estate’s minions at Getty for obscuring the heritage of the photographers who actually did the work, here, as noted, Neal Preston. Sometimes “Michael Ochs Archives” is the only name we’ll ever have, but please do the fandom a favor when you can, and find the REAL names we need to associate with these photos when you post them. #rant off