Monday, January 11, 2016

David Bowie

I wanted to find words - a song of his - to mark David Bowie's death today, but found myself reflecting on this piece of music. It seems to convey something of that lonely passage we will all encounter. There is something terrifying and comforting in it.

If I'd ever met him I'd want to thank him for the gift of words he passed on to me. And thank him for his life, growing up in a south London suburb. He was a just a lad growing up among the debris of war and yet touched our lives.

'Ziggy played guitar.'

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"I thought I saw you in an ice cream parlor drinking milk shakes cold and long, smiling and waving and looking so fine, I don't think you knew you were in this song"

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