chebby said:
I'm still a bit dazed and a little upset about this news.
Something from my childhood has just disappeared like one of the houses or schools I grew up in being demolished. Quite an odd feeling I've never really had before at the passing of a music icon. It seems a bit more 'personal' this time. Can't explain very well.
I feel the same. A bit lost and finding it hard to explain why.
In Bowie’s case it wasn’t (and isn’t) just about the music. Sure, the music would be enough: Bowie was a truly great songwriter, one of the very best. And as a performer, he was a visionary.
But with Bowie it was also about the process of growing up and finding your identity. Bowie created a new way to be a rebel. It was a striking, haunting, beautiful way. It was rich and multi-layered. It was mad, charming, cool, electric, sad, spectacular, zany, desperate, joyful.
Bowie could be perfect, he could hit that musical sweet spot (Changes, Starman, Sorrow, Rebel Rebel, Golden Years, Heroes, Ashes to Ashes etc etc), but he was also flawed (and I don’t mean flawed in a boring way, such as when his powers waned in the 1980s: he was already deeply flawed in the ‘70s, viz. his crazy comments about fascism). The mixture of perfection and flaws and the zany brilliance that resulted from them meant that (for me) his music and personas were always both enlivening and consolingly tragic.
I haven't expressed this very well. Best to leave it to the man himself:
‘Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!’