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Uncut MARCH 20, 2013 - by Michael Bonner
DAVID BOWIE IS... V&A, LONDON
Towards the end of the V&A's David Bowie Is... exhibition, tucked away on a wall next to the handwritten lyrics for "Heroes" and a postcard from Christopher Isherwood, are a set of door keys that have evidently seen better days.
After a fascinating, exhaustive trip through over sixty costumes and three-hundred-and-seventy objects, including pages of handwritten lyrics, sheet music, diary excerpts, photographs, posters, record sleeves, video installations - the full extent of Bowie's forty year plus career, in other words, laid out across a thousand square metres - the one recognisably normal object here is a rather cumbersome set of rusting keys to the apartment at Hauptstraße 155, Shöneberg, Berlin, that Bowie shared in the late 1970s with Iggy Pop. Even rock stars, it seems, need front door keys.
Long before the front door keys, the first thing we see as we enter David Bowie Is... are a pyramid of oranges. This Is Pyramid (Soul City), an installation originated in 1967 by South African sculptor Roelof Louw; on a video screen embedded into the wall next to it, you can watch Gilbert & George explain in grainy black and white footage the origins of their Singing Sculpture performance. The curators of David Bowie Is... are clearly conscious of the problems involved in mounting an event about an artist who has lived so vividly in the public eye. As Bowie's career has been rigorously analysed, dissected, studied and documented, you could be forgiven for wondering exactly what David Bowie Is... plans to offer us that we didn't already know. But with their surprising opening salvo of Louw and Gilbert & George, there is a sense that they're striving for something fresh.
The Louw and Gilbert & George content is indicative, too, of a subtext to the exhibition. Ostensibly, they're here to help present Bowie - particularly during his early years - in a broader cultural context. Other artefacts from this period include photos of Mick Jagger, the front cover of The Times from Monday, January 6, 1969 showing the first colour photograph of the Earth from outer space, the Japanese poster for 2001: A Space Odyssey, the Sgt. Pepper album sleeve and David Pelham's original cover art for J.G. Ballard's novel, The Drowned World. But these also illustrate Bowie's ability to assimilate external influences and use them to better himself, to propel him beyond Beckenham to the stars. His cultural appetite is ferocious. The range of ideas is extensive; their treatment here is thought-provoking.
Alongside this, we get the first glimpse of the memorabilia from the Bowie archive itself. There's a letter, dated September 17, 1965, from Bowie's first manager, Ralph Horton, advising his future manager, Ken Pitt that "I have now changed David's name to David Bowie." A poster for a show at the Festival Hall, with Bowie on the bill below Tyrannosaurus Rex, Roy Harper and Stefan Grossman - "vibrations by John Peel" - on Whit-Monday, June 3. There's sketches, record sleeves, the green striped jacket he wore in The Kon-rads. On a video screen, you can watch the teenage Bowie on television defending his right to have long hair.
To be honest, the sheer volume of objects, installations and displays is pretty overwhelming. I realize at one point that I am looking at a mannequin dressed in the "short bodysuit with rabbit design" Bowie wore on the 1972 Ziggy tour which is standing on a giant copy of George Steiner's In Bluebeard's Castle and next to a mocked-up giant amp with 'David Bowie Is... plagiarism or revolution' written on it, while above the mannequin's head twenty or so books are suspended from the ceiling, including Room At The Top, The Divided Self and The American Way Of Death. Meanwhile, The Jean Genie plays over the PA and, on the headset we're given on the way in, Howard Goodall is explaining how Bowie writes songs. I honestly don't know where to turn next.
The trick, I think, is to take your time and not try and do everything. If you want to look at costumes, you can take your pick on everything from the jumpsuit from the Ziggy Stardust album shoot to the Pierrot outfit Bowie wore in the Ashes To Ashes video, a Freddie Buretti suit he wore to the 1975 Grammy awards and so on. Outside the first room, there is no particular sense of chronology; time and events overlap one another. The Screaming Lord Byron costume from Julien Temple's Jazzin' For Blue Jean film stands opposite the blue suit he wore in the Life On Mars? video.
The memorabilia feels, arguably, more rewarding, if only by dint of its lack of familiarity. As a fan, the handwritten lyrics for songs like Ziggy Stardust and Fashion bring out the geek in me. A version of "Heroes" written on pink graph paper has altered lyrics - "I remember by the wall, over our heads, nothing could fall". Look at his funny handwriting! Elsewhere, the diary excerpts offer us an instructive glimpse inside Bowie's thought processes. One page, from January 30, 1975, begins "some wonderful publishing in Fame, my first co-write with Lennon, a Beatle, about my future". There is a mileage chart of the first Ziggy tour, neatly written in biro, his proposal for the Beckenham Arts Lab, a set of Brian Eno's Oblique Strategies cards, the painstakingly detailed lighting plan for the Station To Station tour... It's hard to hold back the urge to list everything in the show: it's all fascinating. Even the small area given over to Bowie's paintings exerts a certain pull: although you probably only need to see his Berlin Landscape With J.O. (Iggy Pop to you and me) the once. All this shows a man constantly engaged with the creative process, who is - quite literally - sketching ideas on the back of a packet of Gitanes as he goes. And the deeper you dig, the more rewarding this exhibition is.
The final room is dedicated to the music. On a triptych of floor-to-ceiling screens measuring nine square metres, you can see footage of Bowie in performance. I watched The Jean Genie from Top Of The Pops run in its entirety on one screen while Mick Rock's promo video ran concurrently on the next screen. People were stopping, standing or sitting down, taking time to watch the giant Bowie in his pomp. A reminder that, whatever there is to analyse, dissect, study and document about David Bowie - whatever David Bowie Is... - the songs are chiefly amazing.
David Bowie Is... runs at the V&A from March 23 until August 11