I heard about Bowie’s death yesterday evening and have still yet to fully process it. I wouldn’t have ever called myself a “huge fan” but I have literally been brought to tears because David Bowie’s contribution to the arts was so pervasive that you didn’t need to be a “fan” in order to have been influenced by his work. Jareth the Goblin King was my first fantasy crush, and I’ve had “Dance Magic Dance” in my head since yesterday. Snatches of his music that I didn’t even know I knew have come into my head at random moments, along with a “Oh yeah, I’d forgotten that was one of his songs!”
As I’ve been reading articles and details of his life I’ve been really touched. David Bowie genuinely cared about people, he lived to challenge people, in his life and in his music, to dream big and have the strength to reach for those dreams, to love yourself and accept yourself just as you are. The world has not lost “just another musician”; we have lost a hero, we have lost a friend and an ally. We have lost someone who kept his illness a secret, preferring to spend his last days in the studio to leave us a very special parting gift. So RIP David Bowie, and in your own words: “I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.”
Cadence Poetica 