It's a bitter cold Saturday night in Belltown, but inside at the Underground Events Center, a steaming orgy of glitz and debauchery ensues. Four hundred glam rockers have flocked together to pay tribute to David Bowie (some partyers call him their "Lord and Savior") on his birthday. They call this party Bowiemas, and this is its seventh consecutive year.
It's easy to lose oneself in the throng of Ziggy Stardusts and Thin White Dukes. The dress code consists of five-inch platform shoes, bell-bottoms, fake lashes, and blond mullets that have been exploded into Bowie's hairstyle in Labyrinth. Classic Bowie hits blast through the air, and the glitter and sequins melt into a kaleidoscope of '70s glam.
Inhibitions are lost. The bar runs dry by midnight, so the staff dances on the bar top to entertain partyers instead. Sometime during the party, the best Bowies compete in a costume contest. One fellow takes second place after exposing himself to everyone in the club. We meet an older gentleman named Greg on the dance floor who toured with Ziggy in the '70s as a roadie. I ask him how he feels about this spectacle of a younger generation trying to pay homage to a classic. Is he annoyed by all the young pretenders to the Bowie throne? No, he says, he's just grateful the spirit is still alive.
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