So the death of David Bowie has been swirling around in my thoughts for a couple days now. I know a lot of us cried about it, and God knows I’m a crier, but the tears just aren’t comin’. I got kind of close singing/screaming at the top of my lungs along with “Life on Mars” in my car today. I don’t know. It honestly feels like a friend or family member dying. I literally want to call up people I haven’t spoken with in years like “how are you holding up? You okay? I know, I miss him too.”
My dad was always blasting best-of Bowie compilations in the house when I was growing up. Then in high school I dated a girl who was obsessed with Bowie. I would use her love for Bowie as a way to measure how much people I met in college actually liked Bowie. “On a scale of 1-to-Geneva… You’re all negative sixes! Complete Bowie poseurs! Beat it!”
I don’t know what else to say.
Rest in power, Bowie.