Went to see The Legendary Stardust Cowboy on Saturday, at David Bowie’s meltdown in the Queen Elizabeth Hall. He was awesome. Superlative. Far better than I had hoped to expect. An idiot-savant of screaming, yelling and bugles. Makes me want to play nothing but rockabilly music and shout a lot. In fact, I may do just that.
I managed to grab a few photos, though my battery was low. I was a bit miffed towards the end of the set when one of the ushers came up to me and asked me to stop using my camera. It wasn’t as if I was using a flash, like the dozens of occasionally slightly distracting people around me (who didn’t receive similar warnings), but of course unlike them, with their forward-pointing flashes, I was guilty of having an LCD screen which made me easy to spot and pounce on from behind. Grrr.
