Back in 1981 I was a pretty uncool 11-year-old who wore floods and a “Gong Show Reject” t-shirt, but that was also the year I got an equally uncool (by today’s standards) AM/FM radio on which I discovered music. I spent my Summer listening to radio hits like “Jessie’s Girl” and “Queen Of Hearts” and “Celebration” over and over and over.
By the time I was 13 I had become addicted to MTV and buying vinyl records. One of my very first purchases was Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) and “Ashes to Ashes” became my new favorite song. Having grown up in the suburbs I was enthralled by David Bowie’s utter weirdness, listening to him made me feel cool and artsy and unique.
However I was at an age where David Bowie became more sophisticated than my current 14-year-old taste in music and while he was a backdrop for my teens I started to head towards younger groups like Duran Duran. But I never stopped being a David Bowie fan, he was always there…like Lou Reed and Iggy Pop and Tina Turner. I remember when “Modern Love” played hourly on MTV we’d remark on how great he looked and sounded for being “older” at 39 which of course is laughable now that I’m 45. But in reality David Bowie never did age, he looked amazing at 69 and his spirit was equally youthful.
I never worried about David Bowie or thought that he was looking frail as the years passed. He was vibrant, a shining star among the aging rock royalty. So today when I got online I was stunned (as was the world) that someone like David Bowie could vanish over night.
But I suspect in the end that’s what David Bowie wanted and rather than seeing him in pain, I will remember him singing and dancing and being David Bowie.
I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring. -David Bowie