For some reason, this horrible nightmare never seemed like a legitimate possibility. That wretched Lea Michele singing the words of the absolute master, David Bowie? It’s like kitten genocide: why would it even cross your mind? But that’s why things like this knock us down so hard, friends, because we don’t expect them. To quote the immortal words of Mad-Eye Moody, “constant vigilance!”
Glee butchered Bowie’s “Fashion” in order to promote Fashion’s Night Out, which, as far as I can tell, is just a big event to promote shopping. And that’s absolutely appalling to me, because not only did these people desecrate one of the purest forms of magic I’ve ever known, but they did it just to let people know that they should go shopping on September 8th because if they’re in a big enough city, they might get to meet a celebrity. And if this is what passes for a celebrity nowadays, bratty kids pissing all over good music, then I am not interested, not even a little bit.
It’s fun to get fired up over trivial things, isn’t it? But really, step off David Bowie. He’s too sacred.