My sister posted on my wall in Facebook asking:
Who was that awesome British musician Charlie Sexton?I sent her several links, including the one above, freaked out for a little bit at the wonderful memory, corrected Mrs. Bowie by informing her that he is a Texan, and not British, spent half an hour on YouTube watching videos, posted a Song of the Day on Facebook, spent twenty bucks on iTunes buying music, including the Pictures for Pleasure album, spent even MORE time on Wikipedia and IMDB, and dug this out:
You guys, I was so obsessed with Charlie Sexton! I had the 45" of this song and I played it over and over and OVER and over. I swear I was the only person in the world who knew who he was. I just loved him. I thought he was so perfectly handsome and gorgeous and everything. Like a combination of David Bowie, John Taylor, Robert Smith, and Matt Dillon. I didn't know he was only sixteen when he produced Pictures for Pleasure!! Had I known, I would have been even more obsessed because he was only two years older than I. We could have totally gotten married!
He's still producing music and still awesome. He's aged wonderfully away from the spotlight.
I have been listening to the album non-stop since last Monday.
Here he is in Thelma and Louise. I think I'm going to have to watch this over and over again. Sorry it's in Spanish.
Sigh, turns out I still love him.