Over the years, Lorne Michaelsâ€™s little-show-that-could (always-be-funnier) has given us plenty of moments musicaux to talk about while the collection plates make their rounds the next morning at church. From The Replacementsâ€™ drunken, f-bomb laden rendition of â€œBastards of Young,â€ to Fearâ€™s Halloween free-for-all, to DJ Muggs of Cypress Hill lightinâ€™ up the ganja during â€œI Ainâ€™t Goinâ€™ Out Like That,â€ thereâ€™s never been a dearth of stoopid behavior to keep us entertained. (Hereâ€™s looking at you Father SinÃ©ad O’Connor.) But for every Ashlee Simpson meltdown gigue or Olivia Newton-John double indamnity, thereâ€™s been at least a few nuggets of sheer awesomeness. Live from New York, hereâ€™s one from December 14, 1979:
In case youâ€™re wondering – and arenâ€™t necessarily up to date on the Joan Crawford drag scene – thatâ€™s Joey Arias in the red jumpsuit apparatus. And while I miss the guiro scratches from Bowieâ€™s studio recording, his and Klausâ€™s soaring coloratura octaves near the end are mighty fine replacements. Say what you want about Bowie nowadays, but heâ€™s always had his thin white finger on the pulse of whatâ€™s new and happening. The fact that The Man Who Sold The World is sandwiched in between Space Oddity and Hunky Dory makes Klaus Nomi the perfect shoe-in for this post-Ziggy retread. If only we could see Charlie Sheenâ€™s reaction.