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A WEEKLY DIARY EXCLUSIVELY WRITTEN FOR MIRABELLE MAGAZINE
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1st June 1974
Hello again,
Well, I was telling you only a couple of weeks back about the energies Ronson was putting into getting himself into shape for his first concerts at London's Rainbow Theatre. I forgot to mention at the time that MainMan, my company, now has its own film production department and a whole crew of film staff headed by the lovely Cherry Vanilla. Well, they all flew into London to film the concert as part of a documentary film that is being made on Mr. Ronson.
Angie and I ordered up a couple of bouquets of flowers and sent them through to Ronno's dressing room, to arrive just before the first show. And although I went along, I kept myself very well-hidden as it really was Ronson's night - and I certainly didn't want to distract from that at all.
I eventually settled myself in the projection room, and watched the concert mainly from there. Ronno really is incredible, and although I knew he was probably going to perform one of my songs I was really knocked out when he suddenly broke into 'Moonage Daydream' - he certainly performed it magnificently, and I found myself jumping up and down just like the people in the audience.
To get back to the documentary film for a moment after the concerts the film crew took Mick back up to Hull, his home town, and did some shooting there. Apparently it was really great, and Mick was left to wander round all his old haunts - just bumping into people and places that he had grown up with as a child. It's obviously going to make a really interesting film, and after it was all finished everyone came back to London for a celebration dinner at memos. That also was something else, with everyone really celebrating in style.
Mick and his personal assistant, Suzie, sat at the head of the table, just ordering whatever they fancied, and Cherry ate her way through two enormous tubs of peppermint ice-cream, making everyone feel quite sick. It really is a wonderful feeling after a very busy and important couple of weeks, to suddenly be able to relax and really let yourself go.

I'm getting so excited about my American tour. It's named 'The Year Of The Diamond Dogs'. If that sounds familiar it's because 'Diamond Dogs' is the name of my latest LP, and the songs I do will be from this new album and others in the past year. Anyway, 'The Year Of The Diamond Dogs' is exciting not only because it's going to be my first tour in nearly a year, but also because I'm going to be a whole new me, really! First of all, my name isn't David Bowie any longer. From now on I'll just be called Bowie.Secondly, I'm going to look lots different from the way you've seen me on stage before. My hair's still red, of course, but that's where the resemblance ends.
In fact, recently, I've started to love wearing really smart looking pinstriped suits from the '30s and '40s. I can't wear those on stage, of course, but what I will wear on stage is a well kept secret. I don't want to spoil the surprise.
I can tell you that the costumes will go with the story of the 'Diamond Dogs' album, and they will still be futuristic, but not as much as before. Anyway, I sure hope you like my new look 'cos I'm doing it for you!
I'm going to have a whole new band on this tour, too! I'd love to have Ronno playing with me again, but he's doing so well with his own fabulous career that it's not possible. Although I'll miss him terribly, my new guitarist is really great and I'm sure I'll have a lot of good music behind me.
On to other things... I must tell you about the fabulous group I saw the other night. My friend Geoffrey, Corinne, my personal assistant, and Danny, who works at MainMan in the Production Department (production means they help make my records), went to New York's Town Hall and saw Fanny. Fanny is an all-girl group and they are fantastic! They changed my whole idea bout women being rock and roll musicians because they play just as well as any man I've ever heard and certainly look just as pretty.
After the show, we went to this great dance place called the 82 and danced all night long. Angie and Ava joined is and Ava thrilled us all with the latest dance steps.
So, I must sign off now,
I almost forgot to tell you about the wonderful party I went to just a few weeks ago. It was Zowie's birthday and Marion (Zows' nanny) and Angie spared no expense in making it a really truly memorable occasion. They invited all of Zows' little friends from his nursery school, and then everyone arrived at our house at about two in the afternoon to being the festivities.Angie engaged the services of a clown - Uncle Dandy - who amused the kids with magic tricks. Zowie kept getting eggs pulled out from behind his ears, which, really confused Zows 'cos he knew he didn't have 'em there when he woke up in the morning. Just proves the hand is quicker than the eye, Zowie.
Anyway, when Uncle Dandy was through with his magic he took out his big bag which was loaded with costumes and hair-pieces and make-up. He let all the kids choose the costumes they liked most, and then put wigs and make-up on them to match the costumes. Zowie looked like an Italian gypsy, very debonair and I pretended that I didn't recognise him, much to his delight.
After a puppet show it was time to eat. Angie is not only a good cook, she's a good baker, too, and for this special occasion, she baked one knockout of a cake. It was chocolate on the inside and the sides were frosted in vanilla marshmallow icing, but the top was the really wonderful part. Angie, armed with food colouring and that delicious marshmallow icing, had painted a picture of Zowie on the top, long blond ringlets and all. After Zowie blew out all three candles, Zowie's guests had a marvellous time fighting over which one would get the marshmallow eye and nose. Sounds a bit grizzly, doesn't it, but it was all in good fun. At this point it was time to unveil the present. All the kids, mums and dads had got together weeks beforehand to discuss what would be the perfect gift from all of them to Zows. They decided on... a gorgeous bright blue tricycle. Zowie was ever so pleased - he hasn't stopped riding it yet.
So, that was Zowie's third birthday celebration. Something he'll certainly never forget!
I'm happy to say I'm on the road again - seeing new places, new things and best of all meeting new people.I've just finished the Canadian part of my 'Year Of The Diamond Dogs' tour and I must say Canadian fans are vey demonstrative! During one show when I was performing one of my most dramatic songs a very pretty girl in the front row grabbed my leg and just wouldn't let go! I was getting a bit frightened at this 'leg-napping', not to mention a little off balance (standing up on one leg and singing at the same time is not one of my greatest talents). Finally the girl let go of my leg and I don't mind telling you I was quite relieved. From then on the show continued with interruptions and everyone in the audience seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit!
Anyway, Canada is quite beautiful and Montreal is one of my favourite Canadian cities. It's full of beautiful buildings, lovely churches, tree-lined streets and actually it looks quite like a beautiful old French city.
It happens to have fabulous restaurants, too! I can vouch for that personally.
After one of the first shows, Angie, the band and a few MainMan people and I went out to celebrate at a quiet midnight supper. Well, that's what it started out as, anyway. I should have known that with this gang nothing stays quiet for too long!
Everyone was so relieved that the show had been good that we were all acting a bit silly. We all had prawn appetizers - and the prawns came with their shells, heads, eyes and feet still on them, so naturally we all had to dance our prawns around on the table, introducing them to other prawns and wiggle their tentacles at everyone in sight. Of course, we all thought that was hilarious, but the waiters and the host were definitely not smiling. Finally, even we got tired of dancing prawns and decided to eat the little creatures - after cleaning them, of course.
Anyway, we all ate, drank and had a merry old time long into the night. Now I've got more shows and many more hilarious dinners to look forward to!
Most exciting news these days has to do with one lovely lady in my life, Angie! Angie has begun work on a book, the title of which is, 'The Effect Of Inter-Galactic Travellers On Our Awareness'. That means she's writing a book about people from other planets coming to visit earth. She keeps kidding me and saying the reason she knows so much about the subject is that she lived with someone called 'Ziggy Stardust' for so long! Anyway, we're both really excited about this book and Angie is even going to lease a small work studio so she can have a few hours of uninterrupted concentration each and every day for working on this new project. I'll keep you posted on her progress.Now, I must tell you about the new toy which I've just acquired. Actually, calling it a toy doesn't really do it justice. It's quite a beautiful musical instrument called a harpsichord. If you don't know a harpsichord is, now is as a good a time as any to learn. The harpsichord looks like a piano, but actually was invented before the piano was invented. It has keys like a piano, but when you strike the keys, quills inside the harpsichord pluck the strings and produce the notes. The tones are shorter and more abrupt than those made by a piano and some people think the notes produced are too tinny.
I think the harpsichord is wonderful just because of the strange sounding notes it produces, and also because of the time in history it conjures up in my mind. When I play it, I can just picture women in elegant brocade ball gowns dancing with men in powdered wigs at some royal get together.
Back to earthly things. I've gone and done it once again. I've changed my hair colour. What once was deepest red is now more like a strawberry blond thanks to the dye bottle. I couldn't stop there, though, oh no, not yours truly! I also have a bright, bright blond streak on the right side of my head and I must say, I think it does suit me. I've also taken to wearing a new side parting in my hair for a change. I don't know how long this new look will last, but it will be fun for a while, I'm sure.
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