I’m not trying to jump on the Bowie bandwagon here. I just had a conversation Friday night about how I don’t find him attractive (and now I feel a teeny-bit bad about it).
It’s just that I think David Bowie has been only a subconscious part of my life’s soundtrack. I am a self-researched music aficionado. I didn’t have hippy parents or older siblings who introduced me to him. My first CD was The Bodyguard soundtrack followed by Mariah Carey’s. I didn’t discover the Beatles until my teen years and didn’t listen to Queen until College.
When I heard the news of Bowie’s death I could not help but recognize his invaluable contributions to music, pop culture and sexuality. He was a talented, influential artist who loved the crap outta his wife and family. By all accounts a really good dude and roll model.
And it’s not that I don’t like him or his music- it’s just that I never latched onto him. I do realize that many of my beloved 90’s rappers paid homage as they rhymed over his beats (Ice Ice Baby much?) Without Bowie- there would be no P Diddy.
Like most music lovers (aka everyone) I felt the collective sadness over his passing. Then this morning I learned that in his last few months of life he had been working on an album. I could not stop thinking about that. This song was released two days before he died: