For those really into his music, he was a true icon, and an idol, in a way that artists in the generations which followed him were perhaps not.
The day after DB’s death was announced, I read a post on Facebook from a young fella who admitted he was too young to have any great affection or affinity for DB, but he had observed just how much the passing had upset his parents and many other adults of a similar generation. I thought he was about to go off on a rant about how ridiculous we all were. But he didn’t. What he actually said is, he was deeply envious of the fact adults of his parents generation and before had artists and cultural icons who had truly touched their lives at such a personal and emotional level that they felt genuine grief when that person passed. Bowie, Mercury, Presley, Lennon, to name but a few. He opined with some remorse that his generation have no such icons, instead they have ‘plastic people with plastic personalities seeking 15 minutes of fame and while we buy their records and watch them disgrace themselves on TV honestly no-one my age really cares whether they live or die’.
If that’s the true, ie if he’s speaking for the majority of his peers, I think I feel quite sad for him / them.