When I opened my iPAD first thing this morning, still under the covers, and saw David Bowie’s name in the headlines, I shuddered. Several times, I had to read the words that he had died. It was so mind-altering and earth-shattering, I couldn’t fathom it. Bowie seems immortal, beyond life and death. How could the planet, or in fact, the solar system, continue without him. I’ve consumed lots of social media about the wrenching news, and the most comforting was this tweet: “If you’re ever sad, just remember the world is 4.543 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist the same time as David Bowie.” What a miracle.
Illustration by Jean Jullien
For someone who seemed so unique and weird, he had the capacity to appeal to many generations. His fan base age demographic seemed to span from people in their twenties to age 80 even. Every knew who he was. His music really had that transcendent quality.
Bowie was truly one of a kind
I, too, found comfort from Simon Pegg’s tweet. One of the first stories I remember my mom telling me as a teenager was when her and her friend painted their faces like the cover of Aladdin Sane and rode their bikes around Brooklyn, how mad my grandma was at them. His existence is why I am the person I am today.
So it’s in your DNA.
“Starman” and “Life on Mars?” have taken turns running through my head non-stop the past two days.
That’s a fitting tribute
I was shocked and very saddened to hear of his passing. I may have been a little kid in the 70s, but I remember hearing his music back then on the radio. When I reached my teens, he hit it big with the Let’s Dance album. Been listening to the Greatest Hits CDs on the way to the train station in the morning. He was truly a unique artist and is very missed.
Bowie is so much larger than life. His presence will linger for eternity.