“Some of these you’ll know.” That’s what Bowie said to playwright Enda Walsh when he was handed a folder of lyrics and songs he wanted to use for the stage musical Lazarus. “It was a bloody funny thing to say,” Walsh notes.
Lazarus, with music and lyrics by David Bowie and book by Enda Walsh, is inspired by Walter Trevis' novel The Man Who Fell to Earth and centers on Thomas Newton, an alien who "remains still on Earth—a 'man' unable to die, his head soaked in cheap gin and haunted by a past love. We follow Newton during the course of a few days where the arrival of another lost soul might set him finally free." Bowie played the role of Newton in a 1976 film adaption directed by Nicolas Roeg.
The musical premiered Off-Broadway in 2015 at New York Theatre Workshop (also the original home of Walsh's Broadway-bound Sing Street) helmed by Tony Award winner Ivo van Hove, before moving to London’s King’s Cross Theatre. The production, starring Michael C. Hall and Sophia Ann Caruso, was filmed and will be streaming January 8-10 to mark Bowie's birthday and the fifth anniversary of his death.The following essay was written by Walsh for the London program of that 2016 production. In it, he talks about the first meeting with Bowie on their collaboration, the creation and themes of the piece and of the character Newton—a character in torment and finally at peace.
David Bowie had passed me a four-page document to read so we could begin our discussions on writing a new story with his songs—and based upon the character of Thomas Newton from the Walter Tevis novel The Man Who Fell To Earth—which David had famously played in the Nicolas Roeg film. In the room was the theatre and film producer Robert Fox and David’s right hand, Coco Schwab. As I started to read those four pages, the room was very quiet.
Earlier, I had been feeling very calm and detached as I walked towards David’s building with Robert—as we stood in the elevator—as that ridiculously wide office door opened and Mr. David Bowie was standing there. He hugged me and the first thing he said to me was—“You’ve been in my head for 3 weeks.” We sat and we chatted about my work (he had read everything) and why I was writing the way I was—and what themes kept returning into my plays like a nasty itch. I spent that whole morning and now this first hour of our first meeting in a state of serene self-confidence.
It was only at the moment when he said, “This is where I’d like to start”, when he pushed those four pages towards me—that I was hit with the realisation that I was sitting opposite this cultural icon—this man who had created so much and influenced so many. This bloody genius. David Fucking Bowie. I felt like a child—and at that point of silently ‘"eading"—a child who had once the ability to read words but had forgotten how to read. I scanned the first page and all I heard was interference—my own insecurities screaming at me.
I stopped reading, took a deep breath and read from the first line again.
David had written three new characters around Thomas Newton (the stranded alien, seemingly immortal and definitely stuck). There was a Girl who may or may not be real; a ‘mass murderer’ called Valentine; and a character of a woman who thought she might be Emma Lazarus (the American poet whose poem The New Colossus is engraved on the base of the Statue of Liberty)—a woman in this case who would help and fall in love with this most traveled of immigrants—Thomas Newton.
At the centre of these four pages was a simple, powerful image. Thomas Newton would build a rocket from debris. His mind, having further deteriorated would torture and tease him with the dream of escape— and in his imprisonment—in his room in this big tower—Newton would try one last time to leave.
So this is where we started.
We talked around the characters and the themes of the book. On isolation and madness and drug abuse and alcoholism and the torment of immortality. And there was a lot of talk about the beauty of unconditional love and goodness. We talked about characters finding themselves out of control—about the story sliding into a murky sadness and quick violence—about characters having drab conversations about television snacks—the everyday bending quickly and becoming Greek tragedy. The celestial and the shitty pavement.
For the first few meetings Coco stayed silent and listened to us (until she couldn’t listen to us anymore maybe!) and then she asked, “Yeah but what happens?” It was a fair question and one that we would return to—but we weren’t there yet. We needed to get a sense of the themes of it and its atmosphere and its world. The narrative trajectory of a man wanting to leave Earth and being helped by some and stopped by others—this was there in the four pages and would remain in our story - but the events of the story would emerge later.
And then there were the songs.
David handed me a folder of lyrics and CDs he had put together. “Some of these you’ll know.” It was a bloody funny thing to say. We would hammer out the story together but initially he wanted me to choose the songs we would use. I guess he had lived with some of them for years and there must have been unshakable associations—maybe it would be easier for me to listen to them coldly from a purely narrative perspective.
His lyrics often arrive cut-up and opaque - so it was rarely about listening to the words and sticking it into the story. It was about the emotion, rhythm and atmosphere of those songs—and having the characters riding that wave and accessing their souls—where they could lyrically go to those strange places.
We talked about the form—the shape of the story arriving broken and a little shattered. We talked about a person dying and the moments before death and what might happen in their mind and how that would be constructed on stage. We started talking about escape but we ended up talking about a person trying to find rest. About dying in an easier way.
Newton would spend his last moments trying to stop a bullying mind that kept him living. Physically it didn’t matter to us whether he was on Earth or in the stars at the very end. We wanted Newton—in his terms—to feel at rest.
No matter how plays come out—you always end up talking about yourself. David was certainly the most superb shapeshifter—one of the greatest ever collaborators too—someone who could walk his colleagues in directions they’d yet seen—but for me he remained personal in his work and spoke about where he was at that moment in really truthful terms.
Lazarus arrived at both of us with its own swagger and shape and emotion. It’s a strange, difficult and sometimes sad dream Newton must live through—but in its conclusion—he wins his peace.
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