Tribute

Spiky red hair and those mismatched eyes, throngs of your crazy young kids idolise. Seventy-three, well now that was a year! Watching and waiting for him to appear. The face of rock with a lightning streak; Top of the Pops and Pick of the Week. Streets backed up halfway to Watford with cars young people aching to hear about Mars. Is there a Star Man up there in the sky? Is the Lawman beating up the wrong guy? Questions played out across varying ranges where everything’s new, but nought ch-ch-changes. Major Tom’s finally losing his grip, cut off from the Earth and adrift in his ship; The Jean Genie’s let go and just doesn’t care for the poor little girl with the mousy-brown hair. Are these the thoughts of Aladdin Sane? Or is there far more to the shady refrain than just the idea that one man, once a hero, is left at the end on an all-time low? Shrouded in strangeness, the story dies down in the blink of the eye on the face of that clown and the decades pass by, but still some of us are hearing ol’ Ziggy Stardust playing that guitar...