The greatest living rock star has now left us to join the cosmos, at the Piscean age of 69. There is no figure of comparable importance to liken him to; he was the very definition of unique. His unisex shoes will go unfilled. He was a magician in mod clothing. He blazed the trails we all gladly followed.
As it turns out, he was mortal. Who knew? Did he ever give the slightest indication that he was like us? As far as I could tell he was an archangel from a Peter Chung cartoon. In film, he played wizards and aliens with such flair and confidence, it was clear he had an inside connection. His music was a solace and a balm for me since grade school. Since I was a Young American. He was the Homo Superior.
The best I can offer right now, just days after his surprise passing from this realm, is to share some of the music that he created that improved the quality of my existence. David Bowie was a superman of a million gifts, and he shared them all with us.
Most important of all, the gift of sound and vision.
psychodelicate girl – come out to play
little metal faced-boy
don’t stay away
they’re so war-torn and resigned
she can’t talk any morewhat are they trying to prove?
what would they like to find?it’s love back to front and no sides (like I say)
these pieces are broken (like I say)
these pieces are broken
(hope I’m wrong but I know)because you’re young
you’ll meet a stranger some night
because you’re young
what could be nicer for you
and it makes me sad
so I’ll dancemy life away
a million dreams
a million scars
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