In Conversation with… Sabian Wilde

Marketing Lecturer. Writer. Music Bod. Claims to have coined 'Perthonality'

No Bowie…

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I didn’t get to see Bowie.

Very Practically, Ray decided to see if we could sell the really too-expensive tickets, and we could.

And then, no less practically (on account of my not having earnt a cent for a month — and no dole either), she decided not to buy the normal too-expensive tickets either.

If my friend Randy (former frontman of my Melb band LEEN) had wanted to go, I might have been allowed a day pass and some money for lollies, but Randy decided to give it a miss.

I pointed out that he could probably go see Bowie anywhere, rather than having to wait for him to come here and he agreed — and then told me he’s thinking of going to California to see the once-off PIXIES reunion.

Then the beautiful girl at my preferred Fitz cafe — who has a Black Flag tattoo on her back and an unhealthy obsession with Cliff Richard — tells me that Bowie played a Pixies cover the night before.

Ray took me to see ‘Big Fish’.

It wasn’t bad, but it was a little less the life-milestone that Bowie shoulda… coulda… almost… oh fuck.

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Written by Xab

Friday, March 5, 2004 at 2:01 pm

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