On Friday, January 8th, the day of his 69th birthday, David Bowie released Blackstar. I overheard “Lazarus” on the WXPN while heading home and decided to check it out. On Sunday, I listened to Blackstar while making waffles (waffle-making of course being the ideal time to listen to Bowie). There is such a tragic tone to the whole thing, specifically on the final track, “I Can’t Give Everything Away”:
I know something is very wrong
The pulse returns the prodigal sons
The blackout hearts, the flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes
I awoke on Monday to the awful news that David Bowie had passed away due to cancer at the age of 69.
What is there left to say about the man that gave us Space Oddity and Ziggy Stardust? Bowie was a genius and a legend. No one com He never stopped changing. Evolution had nothing on Bowie. I initially didn’t believe Bowie was dead, mostly because I didn’t believe Bowie was human. Is there anything more poetic and appropriate than releasing an album that sounds like a final note, like a period on a phenomenal life and career, just as you reach your final days on this plane of existence? Ain’t that just like Bowie?
Celebrate David Bowie. Listen to all of the amazing music that he gave us. Enjoy the bizarreness that is Labyrinth. Watch him as Nikola Tesla in The Prestige! Watch the approximately 5,000 Bowie references in The Venture Bros! Twin Peaks, Zoolander, the guy has been everywhere. Just throw on some headphones and listen to…oh, who can even pick an album? My father recommends Station to Station. Start there and go wherever your journey takes you.
Thanks for everything, David Bowie.