The moondust has settled, the obituaries have been written, the top twenty songs not containing the word ‘gnome’ have been compiled. We have played ‘Blackstar’ and analysed every word. And then put on ‘Low’. Or ‘Let’s Dance’, depending on our hairstyle. We can’t go to Tesco’s adorned in a Ziggy flash anymore and our Facebook avatar of the Thin White Duke, is to be honest, wearing a bit thin. So what now? What happens next?
As last nights Brits showed us, we are still a country in mourning for the man who fell to earth. We are looking for the next thing, but we can’t see when, or where, it’s gonna land. What is going to fill that void? In the past when we became tired of Ziggy/Hallowe’en Jack/The Thin White Duke, something else always turned up to fire our imagination.
Adele in a frock with a couple of stars on it, ain’t gonna light the fires of this generation.
What is going to make us freak out in our moonage daydreaming? Who can make us sparkle...