They don't walk,
they just glide in and out of life
They never die,
they just go to sleep one day
-Sons of the Silent Age from David Bowie's 1977 Heroes
Yesterday's news of David Bowie's death came to me from the radio in the living room as I wiped sleep out of my eyes to greet another Monday. As the day unfolded with jam-packed social media feeds and radio news and television announcers sharing songs, images and thoughts about what David Bowie meant to the world, I took retreat to my studio.
It feels selfish to be sad about a man's passing, a stranger who you never met, a person you only knew via media and music, but yesterday and today and probably for many days to come, I find myself dim with the concept that the world lost such a true original with the passing of Bowie.
I stumbled across this 1979 BBC Star Special recording that Bowie did via a DJ friend Tommy Blackburn and it's a wonderful listen. Bowie sharing music that he loves, it's simple and easy and like his own music and song writing poetry is a wonderful treat for a grey day like this one. ♥ RIP David Robert Jones (1947-2016)