I usually try to write something to mark this day, the birthday of David Bowie (and Elvis, and Bill Graham, etc.) But lately I have been drifting in the Arena of the Unwell, and though I am doing better and better, the motivation is not really there.

But just now I found myself thinking of that singular day in 2013 when the sneaky old bastard shocked the world, which had long ago consigned him to the “Whatever happened to?” pile, by returning from the dead with a new song.

12 more years of the time that flies has passed since then, and it’s always a question worth asking. There is no real answer but we’ll keep asking it. As long as there’s me. As long as there’s you. Amen.