As I sit writing this, I am listening to the new album with new understanding. This morning the sun rose. The sky is blue. A creative soul who touched many lives has passed. News of his passing was my first sight today. It seems strangely surreal, and that strikes me as most appropriate. Bowie was always there, beautiful and glorious like the emperor of the freaks. The very model of what defiant individuality could be. So magnificent in his unrepentant self that everyone had to acknowledge his presence. I could mourn his passing, but I instead choose to celebrate his life. I could go on about the impact a single man can have but I will instead leave you with his words.
Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a star star, I’m a blackstar)
Go listen to some Fucking Bowie!