"I'm rock's truest fairy"-Jobriath
Brandt became obsessed with Jobriath the ‘artiste’ and Jobriath the person, at one point ludicrously spouting: “There’s Elvis the Beatles and Jobriath!”
i'm a man
Amid all this madness little attention was paid to the musical element of the Jobriath juggernaut.Ludicrous, trite, contrived, 'space age' drivel wrapped up in a film of pretension. Jobriath was a bit of Iggy Pop, a bit of Bowie and a lot of hot air.
Eventually and inevitably it all fizzled out after three awful albums; Pigeon (on which he was part of the band), Jobriath, Creatures of the streets.
With a spell as a new creation, Cole Berlin, Campbell pursued his belief that he was special to no avail, although he was much better as a lounge pianist/singer than a would be superstar, and the unfortunate Mr Campbell became that sad cliche of the rock star dying alone in a grubby hotel room of AIDS symptoms. He wasn't discovered for a week. So ended the Jobriath 'phenomenan'.