When my friend found herself deserted two days before the show, she called and invited me to take her second ticket. We arrived six hours before showtime and lined up by the fence. About five hours later, the gates were opened. A peaceful stampede covered the stadium, filling the general-admission floor within minutes. [Damn, people were so much nicer then… it was the most mellow crowd-rush I’ve ever seen.]
We landed about fifteen feet from the stage. I wasn’t the fanatic my friend was, but I never said no to a rock show. And this was definitely a show.
It was amazing and it made me a huge fan within minutes. Rebel Rebel, Fashion, Heroes, Fame… it was just… incredible.
Farewell, Mr. Bowie. We will miss you.