So, what a shock to wake up to and what a talent lost to this world .
A true artist who brought together music, theatre, mime, film, literature, poetry , art and an extraordinary level of invention.
To us Art School creatures of the late 60’s & early 70’s, he told us it was entirely OK to step outside what the world expected from our inbetween generation and plough our own furrows.
The best live gig ever ( and I’ve seen a few) was the Ziggy Stardust tour experience.
I still recall my mother’s face when my then boyfriend Brian ( who was fortunately possessed of Bowie’s physique and cheekbones) cut off his waist length hippy locks and adopted the Bowie cut and hair colour (orange) and turned up to pick me up for a date circa 1972 sporting shaved eyebrows, a skin tight stripey Mr Freedom jumper, white dungarees ( no underwear) and six inch platform shoes…
I was amazed to hear Jeremy Vine play “Five Years” in full on Radio 2 this morning ; particularly in view of the what would now be considered non PC lyrics. Good on you JV , to play this non-pop track to those who truly understand.
Oddly, Trev had been out and bought me a copy of the new album “black star” released on Bowie’s 69th birthday (last Friday) we had commented on it’s black on black almost unreadable sleeve notes.
I hardly dare play it.
As “the girl with the mousy hair” (my son tells me that’s my song) I say, thank you for the soundtrack to my youth David…..and is there Life on Mars?
Goodnight and sweet dreams
The world will not see his like again.