So softly, a super-god dies

So long, Mr. B.

In my logical mind, I knew that someday David Bowie was going to die. But in my heart, I believed that he would live forever – or at least find a way to outlive me, even though I’m 21 years younger.

Instead we are faced with the dreary prospect of a world without Bowie in it. That’s the bad news. The good news is that his music, image, and influence have pervaded the world so thoroughly that he will always be with us. Which is of course a cliche thing that gets said about every artist who dies, but in his case it is very true. Bowie is all around us, all the time; you just need the eyes to see.

When I walked into the coffee shop in Eureka this morning, “Space Oddity” was playing on the stereo. The one barista who’s always a little glammed-up was especially so, with bright pink hair and a colorful shirt and pants. As I walked in he was telling someone, “David Bowie taught me how to be myself.” Pointing to his plumage, he added, “He’s responsible for all this.”

2 Responses to “So softly, a super-god dies”

  1. Merle Baggard Says:

    Bowie dead, Trump alive. No God.

  2. Aaron Says:

    Started weird and ended up cool after spanning so many generations. Of course I saw “the man who fell to earth” fairly recently and I applaud the attempt but it is not a good movie. Of course we can just say it is now dated and leave it at that.

    Still put Young Americans in my personal top ten (which of course has 50 songs in it). Probably considered cheesy at the time but always fun for me.

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