The next day, still dazed from the experience, I marched into my local record store, bought the album and then spent countless hours in my room listening to it on the little portable record player I had won in a sewing contest. (Anyone who knows me is now howling with laughter asking, Myra, YOU won a sewing contest???)
Now for the benefit of the young’uns among us, the album’s full name was The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. It featured several Bowie hits like Moonage Daydream, Starman, Ziggy Stardust, and Suffragette City but to my impressionable ears every song on this album was a heavenly inspired cosmic composition because my brain was still orbiting Mars after that life-altering concert.
David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust has largely been forgotten in the age of Lady Gaga except by those corporate music chieftains at EMI/Virgin who, in June of this year, released a re-mastered “40 Anniversary Edition” in an attempt to squeeze new revenue out of old gold.
OMG, has it really been 40 years since I saw that concert? Am I that old? Now I am really depressed and in need of some “cheap wine” to help me contemplate the fact that my life is more than half over.
A glass of Prosecco to the rescue!
This light, crisp, white Italian bubbly is the perfect prescription for my “Ziggy turns 40” induced middle-age crisis. If you have never heard of Prosecco, let me be the first to introduce you to my latest obsession.