Oh man, he was definitely supposed to live forever. I remember that clearly.
Want an axe to break the ice. Wanna come down right now.
Itās a good thing I wasnāt driving this morning when I heard the news or I might have caused an accident.
Wow, if heād slipped away during his time off, I wouldnāt have been surprised, but wasnāt expecting anything now.
In my experience the Axe Effect is a lie and does not work as an ice breaker.
Phew. This means that Man Who Sold The World will be played by Bowie in heaven, and not Cobain. I was worried Iād get there and have to deal with Cobainās version forever (because I thought Bowie was an immortal space alien).
Heās not dead. He just went back to the Goblin Realm to rule in mischief amongst his goblin people.
Bowieās music has been a part of my entire life. I became a fan at about age 8 with Letās Dance. I will greatly miss this manās talent. He was a gift to us, and now heās been taken away too soon. Happy Birthday, anyway, Ziggy.
I hope he gets to find out if thereās life on Mars.
One of the great legends of our time. Almost every piece of music I like has something of Bowie influencing it in some way. He changed my life. My hero since I was a boy.
Holy shit.
āThe Thin White Dukeā Rest in peace old friend.
To extend the metaphor implied by the title of his most recent album: goodbye, you beautiful blue giant. Weāre grateful that you burned so brightly for so many.
I now has the sads this morning. While not everything he did was stuff I liked he did keep doing different things musically and never got stale.
I think my very favorite detail of Bowieās music was the intro to Diamond Dogs, āFuture Legendā ā only David Bowie would make sure his description of the apocalypse include leg warmersā¦
And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacherās Hill
And red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City
No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The Year of the Diamond Dogs
āThis aināt RockānāRoll
This is Genocideā
news guy wept and told us
earth was really dying
cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying
What blows my mind is that he was putting out crazy bonkers music, videos, and a Broadway musical while in the late stages of cancer. And it wasnāt a warm wave goodbye or a winking retread of his 70s sound, it was a weird prog-noir-jazz thing with lyrics in Nadsat, which of course is how David Bowie would go out: being an original until the very end.
https://twitter.com/JeSuisDean/status/686090202226528257
Nicely said, I think.
Got the Diamond Dogs album from that Columbia Record club thing when I was 13. My mother was horrified. RIP.