Bowie strikes televangelist poses as the band rock out behind him. It’s a powerful, unobvious and rather magnificent conclusion to a spectacular set. The band share a group hug – and he’s off. That was the first and last time I ever saw Bowie play live and I wish it had been more. Thanks very much for watching this show along with me, and for adding your thoughts. Hopefully we’ll have a real Glastonbury to liveblog next year. Goodnight. Emily Eavis tweets that this was one of her all-time favourite Glastonbury shows: And in an ineffably Bowie move, his final song is I’m Afraid of Americans – whose title certainly feels prescient at the moment – from Earthling. He’s enjoying himself so much that he’s now playing air guitar to Slick’s solo. Steam literally seems to be coming off the audience as Bowie says: “We made it. What a wonderful evening. Please be safe. We really love you a lot.” Bowie has lit a cigarette and is leading the band in a version of Let’s Dance, which started out in a low-key jazz style and has locked into the irresistible strut that made it one of Bowie’s few UK No 1s. Nick Honeywell kindly emails to say: The more I watch this, the more I find myself thinking this must be the same year that Nine Inch Nails played Glastonbury. I remember being distraught when after all of maybe two songs, one of which was (to borrow a phrase from the Bowie coverage) a magnificently sleazy Reptile, the TV footage cut away from their set and never went back. I’d love to see their full and uninterrupted set, too. And speaking of uninterrupted, I’m so pleased that the gap between the main set and the encore was left there. Much better than cutting away to fill the time with inane witterings from random presenters. Having played so many of his anthems, Bowie performs the most anthemic (albeit ironically so) of the lot: Heroes. Beginning in a minimal, tightly wound style it cracks open in spectacular style with Earl Slick’s wailing guitar and a raw, unabashedly passionate vocal from Bowie. It’s an incredible moment in a show packed full of them. Enjoying this view from the crowd which a fan posted on Twitter. And after a quick change of jacket (I think) we’re straight back into it with a prowling version of Ziggy Stardust, Bowie’s meta exploration of rock stardom that turned him into a rock star.