David
Bowie's death is bothering me more than the many other deaths of
notables this year. I don't know why. I enjoyed his music & acting,
but I wasn't a follower or fan.
Since I saw the video for that surprise single from a couple years ago, /Where Are We Now?/, I knew something was wrong with his health. He had that "look" like my grandmother had when she was dying of cancer. So his recent death was by no means a surprise. Yet it's clinging to me, unlike Rickman, Berlioz, Frey, or now Vigoda's death.
I'm not rewatching Galaxy Quest & Harry Potter movies, or reruns of Barney Miller, nor weeping over the Eagles Greatest Hits or dusting off my cassette of Berlioz's Requiem. I am watching every Bowie video YouTube has, playlisting the few Bowie tracks I have, & watching The Man Who Fell to Earth at a friend's & Labyrinth on cable. And being profoundly, achingly sad about his loss.
I do not know why. Why HIM?
Since I saw the video for that surprise single from a couple years ago, /Where Are We Now?/, I knew something was wrong with his health. He had that "look" like my grandmother had when she was dying of cancer. So his recent death was by no means a surprise. Yet it's clinging to me, unlike Rickman, Berlioz, Frey, or now Vigoda's death.
I'm not rewatching Galaxy Quest & Harry Potter movies, or reruns of Barney Miller, nor weeping over the Eagles Greatest Hits or dusting off my cassette of Berlioz's Requiem. I am watching every Bowie video YouTube has, playlisting the few Bowie tracks I have, & watching The Man Who Fell to Earth at a friend's & Labyrinth on cable. And being profoundly, achingly sad about his loss.
I do not know why. Why HIM?
