I am so tempted to go into a depressed stupor over the death of David Bowie.  He passed away this evening, January 10th, 2016 at the age of 69.  It’s so easy to say he was a great man, he was a great musician, he had the best hair ever, man I wish I had his cheekbones, whatever.  I mean, just the other night, I was going through some videos of his on Youtube and just jammin’ out while drawing.  It was great!  And I spent far too long glancing over and admiring his hair.  Look at him at the age of 51 or 52 in the video for “I”m Afraid of Americans” and try not thinking about how much better he looked then than I do at 41… or at any point in my life.

Holy hell, he looks more badass than Trent Reznor.

But what I was thinking about was his vitality.  All through his career, he’s seemed ageless… untouched by time, never slowing down for anything.  He’s been a non-stop artist from an early age.  He was born in ’47, released his first single in ’64 (17 years old!!) and his first studio album as David Bowie in ’69.  He created and recreated himself throughout his entire career, releasing 26 studio albums and 111 singles!  Numerically amazing, but the sheer artistry he carried throughout is astounding.  I know people who would say “who?  I don’t know this David person you speak of.”  I can guarantee you that they know his songs and at least listen to a few artists who have been influenced by his work.  Not knowing some Bowie is about as impossible as not knowing some Stones or some Elvis.

So here I am rambling over one of the most mind-boggling figures in modern art, someone who pretty much lived out a 50 year performing art piece, which just happened to also be practical, because I don’t want to be depressed about his death.  I want to celebrate his life and the work that will continue to amaze, amuse, and delight us all.  Just press play, close your eyes and listen.  Or, even better, keep your eyes open and just watch him.  Great is an understatement.

And in case anyone is curious, I’m posting this pretty much just for me.  I have forgotten sometimes how very much I enjoy his music and performance and wanted to have a little remembrance.  This was a man of such great talent and vitality I just couldn’t imagine him passing.  I also feel a bit of a parallel to the recent passing of my aunt who was also possessed of great vitality and joie de vivre who also was taken by cancer.  It doesn’t have to make sense.  It’s a feeling.