As we climbed from
the runway leading to the north, departing Denver's airport, there he
was, seated next to me. The Thin White Duke. Actually, he looked more
to me like the Glass Spider, the David Bowie I saw in concert and
came to love in the 80s. He sat silently, looking forward, unnoticed
by the others on board.
Ziggy Stardust |
I never cared for
David Bowie when I was younger. Having grown up in Texas, he was a
bit too far from center for the conservative ways I was surrounded
by. I didn't understand him. He was odd, probably gay, and I didn't
find his music appealing. But when I graduated and started college,
my mind began to open up as I began to reach out with it to better
understand my world. Bands I avoided in high school were now of great
interest. Rush, Jethro Tull and Bowie were now some of my favorites.
I do admit, I actually started liking David Bowie when “Let's
Dance” was released in 1983. But it wasn't until college that I
really appreciated his influence and his older work; Space Oddity,
Changes, Suffragette City, Heroes.
And there was the
actor side of Bowie. The strange alien who fell to Earth from a dying
planet, the Goblin King and the dark twist on Vampires showed to me a
man who had no fear in playing parts not of the mainstream. His
sporadic work and interesting parts was always a thrill. I was a
Bowie fan, but not a super fan.
Bowie is "The Man Who Fell to Earth" |
That's why the news
of his sudden passing was such a shock. I had just come home from a
trip and was on line catching up on things. I saw a friend had posted
just few minutes prior about his death. I didn't believe it. He'd
just released an album and celebrated a birthday, for crying out
loud. He was too young to die, at 69! When his album, “The Next
Day” was released in 2013, I thought it was one of his best and I
couldn't wait to hear “Black Star”. I spent the next 18 minutes
searching the Internet for confirmation, thinking surely this was
just some cruel joke. When I saw that it was confirmed on multiple
reputable news outlets, I still didn't believe it. So many of my
friends were posting on social media. He had affected many, many
lives around the world. Sadly, it must be true, and I struggled with
how I felt about that.
Glass Spider Bowie |
To have David Bowie
pass away was like living in a magical house and finding out that the
architect had died; the one who had created some of the most
interesting spaces, the most unique lines and rich textures. In the
world of music, he was one of the more inspired, most interesting and
genius architects of sound. In the world of acting, he was nearly as
prolific as his status as a musician.
So there I was,
taking off from Denver. The news of his death was still settling in
with me. I've not fully accepted the fact that he has passed away. I
keep expecting to hear that it was a publicity stunt and that he's
living in Berlin or South America or an island in the Pacific. Silly
Bowie! I sat there and read an article about his life and times and
tried to keep tears at bay. He had kept his fight with cancer a secret, and maybe knowing cancer got him and not me, six years ago, made the pain of his death more personal.
In the empty seat
next to me was David Bowie; a polite British man, with those distinct
eyes; his left one remaining fully dilated after being punched in a
school-age quarrel over a girl. His hair fell comfortably onto his
forehead. He smelled nice and looked dapper. I was listening to a
compilation of my favorite Bowie songs on my MP3. He looked over and
smiled. I nodded back and he disappeared in the haze of my tears. I
looked out the window and could see the snow-covered ground glowing
under a half-moon below.
Bowie's dilated left pupil |
Am I really living
in a world without David Bowie? No. His work will long outlive me.
But I will miss, terribly, his influence going forward. In his last
album, in the song Black Star, he mentions someone taking his place.
I don't think so, Mr. Bowie. No one could ever take your place.
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do. Welcome back to outer
space.
*(No photos in this story are my property)
*(No photos in this story are my property)
One of the best pieces you have ever written Penguin. It made me cry and feel his loss. Thank you.
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