I woke up this morning to a text. ‘Bowie has died. Sad day’. The musical, lyrical, theatrical, *enter any category here* genius has left our world, just days after his 69th birthday and the release of his phenomenal 25th album, Black Star. That text became the theme of my morning- every cafe I entered, every radio station I tuned into played his hits as a tribute to his golden years, and every time a feeling of remorse hit me deep in my stomach.
Bowie is like the password to the coolest gang. As soon as someone reveals an admiration for Bowie- be it when your Uncle Terry appears with full Aladdin Sane make up and the lycra leggings he’s borrowed from your Shelia, or when even your Adele-worshiping mate has Heroes as his alarm- you know they’re worth sticking with.
Bowie was the master of all forms. He got bored of a genre of music before his fans even had the inclination of wanting something new. An expert of shapeshifting. He covered a myriad of genres from Funk to House to every guise of rock. To be cliché, I wish every box of chocolates was like Bowie’s songs- it doesn’t matter which one of the selection you pick you know you’re gonna like it. First his albums served as anthem to every generation, and now they serve as the best requiem we could ever ask for.
And then there is his filmography. From singing with gremlins in Labyrinth, to being the inspiration of the girl in Christina F, Bowie did it all in free-spirited style. He truly was like a man who fell to earth- it is difficult to think of Bowie as a mere human as he whirled and strutted through his life in the public eye. He was a true individual. The Space Odditity that is Bowie gives you the invaluable sense that whatever subnormal persona you are living- as long as you are doing with passion and without apology- you can do no wrong.
And then… there is so much more. I could drop my degree and take up Bowiescience for three years and my dissertation would still only touch on the journey of the King of Cool. All I can do now is propose that today becomes a national holiday as we all adorn a lightning stripe and listen to Black Star followed by the 24 other works of brilliance. Let’s dance for Bowie.
‘He was innovation itself. He morphed throughout his career, getting bigger and better each time. He spoke to every single person on a level that seems so personal, putting your very heart flow into words and expressing what you thought was inexpressible. My favourite description of his songwriting is that he could sing the cosmos in the bus stop. Bowie will be forever missed’ Jemima Skala.
Written by Bella Spencer
Top Image By Ellie Butcher
Cheers to Steve Drayton – http://bit.ly/1OdvR9j