Each time someone famous dies, I ponder why it affects us so much. We never got to know them, yet we still cry and morn at their passings. We’ll never miss them quite like their family and dear friends, but we miss them all the same.
I was getting ready for work this morning when I received the news alert of David Bowie’s passing after his battle with cancer. I was mid-way through applying mascara when I started to cry and woke up my husband to tell him the news.
The man was always like a strange mythical power that we mere mortals could never touch. Even the last two albums his released in recent years proved that we could still be amazed by this musician. He was silent on the music front for over a decade when he released the sad, beautiful little single “Where Are We Now?”
But David Bowie, while that alien star man, was still something that so many could relate to and love so passionately. So many of us were strange in our own worlds and found solace in the music Bowie created.
When I was little, Labyrinth was on television constantly. At age 5 I couldn’t entirely understand what I was watching, but I was always mesmerised and haunted by Bowie’s face and voice. For years he haunted me, and eventually it led to a long and loving relationship with classic albums like Hunky Dory, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Star Dust and the Spiders from Mars and Diamond Dogs.
Listening to his Berlin trilogy opened my mind to even more experimental and strange art. Exploring his vast catalogue of music while at university was a learning experience almost course-worthy in and of itself.
I sang “Magic Dance” with my friend on the school bus every day. She’s gone now, but every time I think of that song, I think of her and our innocent days. Having Bowie gone is like losing another part of those memories.
Each time someone famous dies, I do ponder why it affects us so much and I really still don’t know why. I’ll never know the man, but I can morn the loss of a man who provided so much solace and gave me the gift of his music.
I’ll never meet you, David, but I will miss you all the same.
David Bowie passed away after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He was 69.