Marc Spitz

Here is what I recall about last night, if anyone out there is interested in a disjointed recount of the official book release party for Bowie. My Emergen-C, dubiously effective but somehow comforting Detox tea and Alka Seltzer are to my right. A weird bamboo plant that keeps growing and growing and growing to my left. Rain out my window. “hold my life” by the replacements in my head for some reason: I will give it a go.

Some people tended to dress up, which was nice. Not like Bowie, but you know, it was raining and this is New York. Too cool for school, or to dance really. Until much much later into the evening (at which point even “Magic Dance” from the Labyrinth soundtrack got some shaking it). When you are programming music for a Bowie party, it’s amazing how many people have like, passionate requests. They are so violently particular about it. Like if you don’t play “Life on Mars” there will be blood. It’s so cool. It’s also interesting well vintage soul fits in with glam rock. Not amazing, obviously. I mean Bowie himself sorted that out before anyone, didn’t he. Let’s say, STILL amazing. DJ Miss Guy knew that and got things started applying this equation and I guess I carried it home, although I still do not know why, when very drunk, I insist on spinning “We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions.” It’s not Yankee fever. It ALWAYS happens and the morning after I regret it like I made out with someone I shouldn’t have or something. Shame. Queen shame. Anyway, quite a few women had the fur (fake I am sure) and glitter and hairspray thing really going on. I signed a lot of books and had NO idea where to do it. I kept running up to the DJ booth. Kept losing pens. Borrowing them from the woman who was actually there selling books (not that she’d need it for credit card receipt signatures or anything). I didn’t write anything cheesey or quote Bowie lyrics. But I am sure I ran long, as I always do, on some. I need a “stay classy” or a “hey now,” I think for such things. A catch phrase I can just whip off with the Sharpie. What else. I slow danced to “Space Oddity” that um… happened. With Jill, a good friend of my agents. At one point the place was really full and I looked around and was like, “Whose party is this?” Do you know those feelings where you sort of become a ghost at your own affair? There were plenty of people I knew, some I got to finally meet in person like Connor who built and basically runs this site, and some who were utter strangers but clearly Bowie fans and so, I suppose friends too. I mean that was the vibe. Very warm. Very humbling. A good night. I was able to give books to some people who are actually in it like Tony Zanetta and Leee Childers (pictured here with me and Liz Derringer, thank you Wanda Ruggiera for the photo). Oh, and I ended up at the back table of the Library bar (that um… always happens) where they were actually playing Labyrinth on the movie screen. Bowie… everywhere. Promotional duties commence this week so I will break here to sip the tea and truly believe.

Go Yankees.