#1915 Jobriath - Creatures of the Street

What a gorgeous, sweeping mess he is, staggering and knocking into barstools with a flourish, curtains shower down and the theater erupts in sparks and flashes. It's the Stones in Exile, its the Kinks lost in America, it's Ziggy as the world comes crashing down, the members of the chorus erupting in flames as a backdrop falls, a doorframe lands just a step from perfect, the star's arm knocked clean off, sequins splattering. Cans fall and explode, and streetlights shine in through the scaffolding and rooftile hangers on. The star dies, the ghost closes the show to no one 4/5