I mean, I am my own fantasy. I am the ‘Cosmic Dancer’ who dances his way out of the womb and into the tomb on Electric Warrior. I’m not frightened to get up there and groove about in front of six million people on TV because it doesn’t look cool. That’s the way I would do it at home.
The whole video is worth it, but the story goes from about 1:30 in to about 3:00; apparently Marc taught David about dustbin shopping.
On this day in 1977: Marc Bolan died when the purple Mini he was a passenger in hit a tree; he was 29.
Today’s soundtrack: Gimme those first handful of T. Rex albums. The 70’s never sounded so fabulous.
Today’s screening: All six episodes of MARC. Especially the one where Marc falls off the stage and Bowie laughs: http://tinyurl.com/9mmemze
Today’s arm candy: Marc and Siouxie Sioux
Today’s quote: “Be strong and follow your own convictions. You can’t assume there is a lot of time to do what you like. This is what David Bowie is afraid of: that he will die before he gets a chance to make a real strong contribution.”
So today’s the 36th anniversary of Marc Bolan’s death.
I really do adore him; he’s so funny, so sweet, cute, gorgeous and talented, and you know what? I actually couldn’t give a crap what all these ”Hipsters” ”Swag Fags” ”Chavs” and ”WhateverTheHellCommonPeopleAreCallingThemselvesTheseDays” have to say; How i’m ”Gay”,
— I MEAN WHY THE HELL IS ”GAY” AN INSULT? IT SHOULD BE A COMPLIMENT FOR GOD’S SAKE; WE’RE NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT WE DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE .. ISN’T THAT A GOOD THING??!—
”Old” and ”Boring”; taking the piss out of the way i am, because all i have to do is think of Marc (or Bowie for that matter) and i can just ignore them; Those two men are my saviours – They really are two HEROES.
Marc Bolan died died in a car crash on this day in 1977, two weeks before his 30th birthday.
Photo: Marc Bolan and and his girlfriend,Gloria Jones (She did not learn of Bolan’s death until the day of his funeral. When she was well enough to leave the hospital, she soon found that Bolan’s fans had looted what was left of his possessions. Jones and Bolan were not legally married, so she was not entitled to any inheritance, except for £10,000 which Bolan had left her in his will, drafted in 1973).
36 years ago today, Marc Bolan died, which as of today is one of the reasons I’m persuaded I was born in the wrong decade. I guess it’s useful in some way to point out that my late Guinea pig Desdemona was named partly after this song.
Goth People Problems; Halloween edition
Dress up as Marc Bolan, everyone thinks you’re Slash.
(Also note: This is a clear example of how short Bolan was. Ringo Starr is 5’6″, according to IMDb; I find it hard to believe that Bolan was somehow 5’7″ and clearly shorter. Granted, I have no idea what shoes Starr is wearing, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in heels, platforms, or shoes with clear lifts. But hey, if I’m to believe that Bolan is a demigod, surely it’s within his rights to lie outrageously about his height, right?)
Some say it began with the erection of the public shrine
Some say it began before
Some say it began when twenty years has passed
Some say it began at ten
Some say it began when the fans came to the sycamore,
And left their tiny offerings for His spirit
Some say it began with the swan at his service
Some say it began with the collision
Then others, they say it began with his comeback,
And the vague allusions of Orpheus in his swan song
And some say it began with his string of hit songs
And some say it began with one or another single
Some say it began with Grace Jones
Some say it began with June Child
Some say a manager
Some say a band
Some say it began when he discovered Bob Dylan
But it truth it began today, back in 1947, in Hackney
It was the right time, and right place, for a new son of Apollon
And so we sing praise to Marc Bolan