“This is my mum with Bowie,” says 51-year-old Alison Mayberry proudly showing me a photo. The festival is starting down the road and the pub has emptied, so we have the cardboard Bowie to ourselves. As we take snaps of each other, she explains her late mother Aileen Usher was among the 1983 locals captured on film that day. Mayberry was only eight years old, but she remembers him being the talk of the town. “Mum said he was very chatty and had time for everyone,” she reminisces.
Mayberry and six of her family members, spanning two generations, drove nine hours from Wollongong, a town on the New South Wales south coast, to pay homage at the festival this year. By the time I get to the festival, I feel I’ve already got my USD$35 (AUD$50) ticket’s worth—which includes a campspot. An array of camping rigs and fixed glamping tents (extra cost) circle 500 fans and locals who are gathering under clear blue skies at the town’s showgrounds, set up with one stage, a bar, food truck and a handful of merchandise stalls.
The afternoon is filled with country, contemporary and tribute artists intermingled with a competition for ‘Best Dressed Bowie’, with a category for adults, kids—and dogs. “I made it in my garage,” says a big wooden red lightning bolt leaning casually at the bar and chatting to a stubbled Aladdin Sane (one of Bowie’s personas). In Let’s Dance Bowie sings “put on your red shoes and dance the blues”, so most of the town gets in the spirit by spraypainting an old pair of shoes red. I join in, painting a pair of new plimsoles at the ‘Red Shoes Remembrance’ stall run by a local art group.