The world lost a little bit of magic today.
My first memory of David Bowie was watching him as Jareth, the Goblin King, in Labyrinth. At age 6, I can remember thinking “who is this guy?” knowing he was unlike any creature I’d encountered in my short life. He broke the conformities of society I knew existed, even as a child. He was exotic and mysterious, and I was drawn to him in an otherworldly way.
Otherworldly is what he was, and is, our Space Oddity.
Today, I witnessed countless heartfelt tributes paid to our lost hero Ziggy Stardust. While I’m saddened by the news of his death, the only tragedy is in not living our own lives as he did. This is a man who saw the wild possibilities in life and lived them as true as he could. We should all be so lucky. He was said to have courageously battled cancer, but his true courage is in how he lived. Bowie made an art of both music and life, constantly redefining himself in the process. Redefining isn’t even the right word because he defied definition, he didn’t fit in a box. He left us constantly asking “who are you?”. He understood that in any moment, we have an unlimited number of possibilities. We are not defined by who we were in the past.
"Look at that Sky, Life's Begun"
In his drive to create art for solely himself and not trying to appeal to the masses, he ironically did appeal to the masses. I’ve never seen such a diverse group of fans as Bowie has. People resonate with authenticity, plain and simple. Rebel Rebel. He shone a light on what we crave in ourselves, to express our truest self, how ever strange we think ourselves to be. This kind of vulnerable authenticity commands respect and reverence. This is why we love our little China Girl.
And now the man who fell to Earth is stardust again. The real tribute to our hero would be in living on, living well.
In his words, "I'm not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I'm living on."
Let’s dance dear Goblin King and may God’s love be with you.
Hot tramp, I love you so.