Today the world has lost one of the most influential artists in alternative music, David Bowie.
David Bowie was one of the biggest inspirations for William Denslie, in my novel Lipstick Trace. His music continues to influence my work and nearly every music playlist I make has him in it.
He died at 69 years old, just days after his birthday and after the release of his Blackstar Album. In a world where mental health and suicides, drug overdoses and other depravity reigns, it is comforting to see that there can still be heroes who don’t die due to poor decision making or weakness. Cancer was strong enough to kill the Starman, The Goblin King, but music like books, are links to immortality.
I listened to all of Blackstar today, Bowie’s last album, and I have been listening to it all day. It is infectious and contains so many final thoughts from his brilliant mind. He was the person who introduced me to concept albums all those years ago with The Rise & Fall of Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders from Mars. This album is clearly a testament to knowing his death is coming, and he is at peace with it. I I hope that his final birthday on this planet wasn’t painful, and that he went gently into that endlessness.
“Look up here, I’m in heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now” — David Bowie, Lazarus.
Everyone always knew you David. If you could see how much the world is mourning your passing. You will always be remembered.