David Bowie was a great talent and will surely be missed. I was not a fan. I didn’t dislike him, I just wasn’t very familiar with his music. Somehow, I sidestepped that phenomenon in my growing up, I guess somewhat distracted by other events in my life. But I know others who were deeply impacted by Bowie’s life and the stand he took for tolerance. I thought Jamie Lee Wallace’s article showed a lot of insight and honours him in a way that he would have appreciated. Jamie writes on the New Hampshire Writers’ Network, nhwn.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy my Sunday reblog.
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My daughter knew him as the Goblin King, but to countless fans around the world and across generations, he was so much more. Since Monday morning’s announcement of his passing, the Internet has been abuzz with lamentations for, tributes to, and a veritable flood of shared memories about David Bowie – the man who fell to earth.
I have spent more time than may be appropriate consuming these digital sound bytes in great gulps, trying to come to terms with the loss of a beloved artist and the feelings that loss has stirred in me. It is disorienting to feel such a genuine sense of sorrow over the death of someone I never met. Bowie was, after all and despite appearances, just another human being. But great artists change us. We are moved by their work and fooled, because we have access to their public personas, into believing in…
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