I spent the last couple of days thinking I needed to say something, that I wanted to say something. Now that I’m sitting in front of the keyboard and staring at the monitor, my fingers and my brain aren’t communicating; I don’t know what to write.
What is there to say about Bowie that hasn’t already been said? What could I, who never met him, never saw him in person, and much to my chagrin, never saw him perform live, possibly add?
That he affected my life in ways he never knew. I’m sure I’m not alone in expressing that sentiment; rather, I’m likely one of millions of voices shouting the same thing.
But it doesn’t make it any less true. He was an inspiration to me in so many ways. I don’t even know where to begin…
I still can’t believe he’s gone.
We are all richer for his life and the gifts he gave to all of us–music, movies, raising social consciousness, laughter, inspiration. The least we could do is celebrate those gifts and the life of the man who gave them to us.
Thank you, David Bowie.
Thank you.
