We will all die one day.
It is the only thing of which we can be sure.
I don’t think it is sad when someone dies. The only sadness is if they have not lived, if they have not found a meaning in life, if they have not touched something larger than their mortal form.
David Bowie lived. He created so much. He challenged norms. He consistently created innovative music. There is a sadness that he will not create more, but there is a joy that he touched me and millions of others with his life and music.
I was 17. At college. First time living away from home and a friend played Hunky Dory for me. It was one of those seminal moments. The cover had an effeminate David holding his long hair back. The photo was grainy, with hand tinted colours, appealing to my artistic bent.
It’s hard to say how much the David Bowie experience meant to me. He enabled me to be me. His comfortable playing with gender allowed me to relax about my own sexuality. His music pulled me in different ways, into different genres.
He opened me up when I was a small provincially conditioned, emotionally crippled boy.
I am eternally grateful and happy that he existed.