Touched by the Flaming Dove: Bowie’s Asteroid Muses

I turned myself to face me In the darkness, a spotlight focusses on a cadaverous, mascara streaked face; the atmosphere is electric. It’s Hammersmith Odeon, July 1973; a  guitar strums a simple chord with a plangeant brush-like sound. The Spiders have vacated the stage,  but this is even more electrifying than any magisterial Moonage Day… Read More Touched by the Flaming Dove: Bowie’s Asteroid Muses