Last night I was playing Stage, a live album of Bowie’s from his Berlin Years, and Valerie had a sudden reaction, just wanted to turn it off. Five hours later we heard Bowie had died. All my friends and non-friends alike were obsessed by Bowie when I was at school. It was like you couldn’t be cool without him. So being a contrary little shit I chose not to love him. Not to not like him — that’s not possible — but not to be be obsessed. Then I started listening, really listening, to him ten years later. And my world opened like one of Major Tom’s supernovas… and hasn’t stopped expanding since.
Godspeed David, you had an incredible run and left us with magic all the way to the end.
