If you’re ever sad remember the world is 4543 billion years old, and you were lucky enough to live at the same time as David Bowie
By Steve Newton
Talk about a shocker.
Got up at the usual 7 this morning, realized there was no instant coffee–and no wife awake to make me a latte–so went straight to the cell phone.
Saw a tweet about a new concert announcement that needed blogging, so headed over to the computer, clicked on the straight.com home page, and couldn’t believe my freakin’ eyes:
David Bowie dead at age 69 after cancer battle read the headline.
It can’t be.
I didn’t even know he was ill.
Now it’s over 12 hours later, and I still find it hard to comprehend the music world without David Bowie, the Thin White Duke.
Or as I like to remember him best: Ziggy Stardust.
I vividly recall the first time I experienced Bowie. The day before my 16th birthday–on April 13, 1973–he released Aladdin Sane, and a few days later my…
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By Steve Newton
Horror fans who suffered through last year’s abysmal I, Frankenstein—not to mention Dracula Untold, Godzilla, and WolfCop—could be forgiven for giving up on old-school movie monsters. But Victor Frankenstein makes up for all of those, breathing new life into Mary Shelley’s classic tale of mortal man overreaching his bounds.
Daniel Radcliffe stars as a tormented and abused clown with a humpback who’s been raised in a circus from hell. When beautiful acrobat Lorelei (Jessica Brown Findlay) tumbles from her trapeze, the smitten hunchback helps save her life, wowing the assisting Dr. Frankenstein (James McAvoy) with his medical know-how. In need of a skilled assistant, Frankenstein helps the clown—soon to be christened Igor—make a daring escape from his cruel keepers.
After enthusiastically ridding Igor of his hump—which turned out to be one helluva nasty abscess—the mad genius declares him his partner and…
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ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE GEORGIA STRAIGHT, NOV. 29, 1985
By Steve Newton
Outside the hotel a huge tour bus sits, the dust on its sides inscribed with messages like “The Crue Rules”, “I Love You Vince”, and, strangely enough, “KISS”. Inside the lobby, a gaggle of pubescent females are trying to weasel information out of a hotel doorman, and teenage boys in denim rock-patched jackets sit idly about.
Upstairs, the elevator door opens on a bearded, unsmiling fella with a transmitter in his hand and a Harley Davidson belt around his waist. He sits up anxiously and peers in, then relaxes when he sees the shaft’s occupants pose no threat to security. I decide right then and there not to cause this guy any trouble, and wait quietly while the local WEA Records rep goes and arranges my interview with Mick Mars, guitarist for “the bad boys…
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5th Oct 1946, Born on this day, Gram Parsons, US singer, songwriter. Member of The International Submarine Band, The Byrds, Flying Burrito Brothers. Released the 1973 solo album ‘Grievous Angel.’ Parsons died under mysterious conditions in Joshua Tree, California on 19th September 1973 from a heroin overdose aged 26. Read one of the strangest stories in rock here: http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/pages/gram_parsons
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