On February 10, 1972, at London’s Toby Jug pub, a relatively minor rocker named David Bowie became the spaceman Ziggy StardustOn The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, Bowie turned savior. He wrapped himself in the mantle of a Seventies Elvis, spun fantasies of doom and redemption, and set forth on his first American tour to reach out to the huddled pop masses. I’ll never forget a night at Winterland, a San Francisco hall that holds a good 5000, when a lonely 400 of the faithful and the curious huddled in front of the stage — for warmth — as Bowie Ziggy struggled through his act, gamely crying: “You’re not alone! Give me your hands! Give me your hands!”
‘cause you’re wonderful!