July 20
...serving up your daily dish.
What happens when your kid goes to camp with the daughter of a famous rock star? Montclair writer Deirdre Day-McLeod, who blogs over at My Life as a Rabid Blog, found herself sitting in the audience with a rock legend recently. Her son went to camp with David Bowie's daughter and Bowie was in the audience for the end-of-session show.
At first though even though I knew he was with David Bowie's daughter and David Bowie's wife, I refused to believe that the guy in the bermuda shorts and the yellow rugby shirt could possibly be the androgenous Ziggy Stardust. He had a bit of a paunch and some saggy areas. How could he be that chiselled faced glam rocker? But in the middle aged face it was possible to see the features of one of rock and roll's most talented beings.
Wonder what she would have thought if Mick Jagger had been in the audience?
Anyway, with the local news in a mid-summer slump, now would be as good a time as any to solicit camp stories, current or past. What happened when you went up for visiting day? Have any camper letters to share?
July 20, 2005 in A Friend Writes | Permalink
Deirdre writes "I dawdled a bit on the way out the door so that he and I passed through it at exactly the same moment. My hand on the metal presser bar touched his hand on the metal presser bar."
Stalker...
Posted by: Jim | Jul 20, 2005 11:41:01 AM
I think it's just a case of "Modern love walks beside me."
Posted by: Verve | Jul 20, 2005 12:00:11 PM
and here I was singing "modern love makes me farty."
le sigh
Posted by: fastest slug | Jul 20, 2005 12:56:17 PM
What's the big deal? Anyone who has lived within an hour of NYC has encountered some celebrity at some point. After a while you realize they're people just like us - no magic to be found by touching the same metal bar.
Posted by: Pik | Jul 20, 2005 10:18:12 PM
I photo them all the time
and I don't see the mystique
anymore. They all led to Kevin Bacon.
Posted by: inadigitalfogPAZ | Jul 20, 2005 10:34:30 PM
This wasn't any old celebrity, it was Bowie. I did consider how I would feel were it Mick and I decided I wouldn't care anywhere near as much. While I love The Stones, they just haven't evolved the way Bowie has. And yes, I've seen celerities in my day, even worked with one or two, but Bowie means something entirely different to me.
Posted by: Deirdre | Jul 21, 2005 4:57:48 PM
