Back in 1973 I experienced a life changing moment watching Top of the Pops on British TV when David Bowie appeared on the screen.
Not only did he project the image of a rock god, he was wearing an astonishing and provocative outfit, unlike anything I’d seen before.
And then there was the make-up and face paint. The family gulped as this androgyonous figure duetted on his single, Starman, with his gold-clad, blonde Adonis of a guitarist, Mick Ronson.
Bowie was Ziggy Stardust, part man, part alien, a mutant from another planet – aided and abetted by his motley crew, The Spiders from Mars.
This star man thrilled not only because he seemed to speak directly from the telly like an evangelist peddling rock ’n ’roll, but he was just so cool, oozing style from every pore.
I was an instant convert to his intelligent glam rock with its arty leanings…
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