I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte (colubra) wrote,
I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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Thoughts on David Bowie, Relative Sobriety, and being a twig.


A few weeks back, BBC America ran a documentary from 1975 called 'Cracked Actor'. My nice little TiVo unit grabbed it for me. (Yes, glamtasm, I didn't delete it, and could slap it on a VHS for you if you wish).

I hadn't seen this thing in 10 years. I had never seen it sober. The several times I saw it, I was generally high out of my mind on cocaine, and on a 2-3 day bender.

Good fucking GOD David was skinny. I'm honestly fucking stunned he made it through the 70's. I really am. Sort of 'not for lack of TRYING', really. Good christ. Man sniffed more on-camera in 47 minutes of film than I sniffed all day. He weighed about 120 pounds, tops.
Good fucking GOD he was high as a kite. The gibber quotient was amazing. What's the gibber quotient? Do a lot of some stimulant. A LOT of that stimulant. Then do more. Then do MORE. Do enough that the whole world sounds like it's going 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' in the back of your ears. Then do MORE speed/caffeine/cocaine/crank/meth/whatever. Then talk to someone about anything that you've ever seemed enthused about. That's the gibber quotient.
It's not a very good movie. But I can finally understand where a bunch of really weird body image crap that plagued me through my teens came from... and why I honestly never even noticed that a 28" waist on a 6'2" human being is madly unhealthy.
And some of the little clips of sound out of the nineteen-eighty-floor show were just... delightful.

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