“I’ve heard a rumour from Ground Control / Oh no, don’t say it’s true”
There will be no new episode today. For those of you who listen, you know we lost our God last night, and we are devastated.
I can scarcely remember a time in my life when Bowie wasn’t in it. I remember as a child hearing his music all throughout the 70s, watching him live with Klaus Nomi on SNL in 1979, watching the music videos throughout the 80s and 90s, being in the front of the pit seeing him live with Nine Inch Nails in 1995, marveling at his ability to constantly reinvent himself, and worshiping him utterly.
He and his work sit on the throne at the very center of a Kingdom of music, art, culture, and counterculture that pumps in our veins and makes us who we are. He is the single most influential artist in the history of modern music. Without him, there would be no punk, no post-punk, no Goth, no New Wave, no Alternative rock, etc. So many other music careers and genres were begat by him, and to him they owe their successes.
His career spanned five decades, and he was–and always shall be–relevant. Fuck you, Eli, wherever you are. Stop what you’re doing and go buy or listen to his last album, Blackstar, just released on January 6. As it turns out, he knew he was not long for this world, and he was letting us know, and saying goodbye. Leave it to the man–the GOD–to eulogize himself. Last night, the heavens just became far more interesting. I just know Bowie and Lou Reed are already working together on a new project.
Somehow, I never imagined how I would feel should David Bowie ever die. Now I know, and it is not good.