When I first saw David Bowie come across my Tumblr dashboard this morning I thought it was about his birthday three days ago or the fact that he had just released his latest album.
Soon it registered that people were paying tributes to him.
Surely that’s a hoax. He can’t be dead. He was just alive. Remember? The birthday. The album. How could he possibly be dead.
He had battled with it for 18 months and finally succumbed. The disbelief continued for most of the day. No wonder he looked so awful, indeed unhealthy, in his last promo shots.
Nobody knew, not outside of his inner circle anyway.
And his album? His last gift to his fans.
I admit I’ve never been a particular Bowie fan. I loved some of his stuff and I knew more of it than I was consciously aware of. I don’t pay much attention to music in general. Whilst I love music, my tastes are eclectic and I favour only a few artists, most of them, curiously, female.
And I don’t own albums, vinyl or otherwise. All my music is on my hard drives. I’m just not a connoisseur. But I do love it and know how much poorer my life would be without music.
That said, I appreciated David Bowie as an artist. He truly was one of a kind and we all knew it… have always known it.
There will never be another one like him and today has proven just how much he was loved and revered and how much he will be missed.
Thank you for the music, David. You’ve made our lives so much richer because of it. And thank you for your fearlessness. It more than anything inspires me.