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changes, david bowie, death, life, music
I woke up with my head full of all the changes I had planned, feeling optimistic, feeling a bit nervous too. But I love Mondays. They always feels like a fresh slate, a brand new week to get started on new projects and plans. Then I reached for my iPhone to snuggle back under the duvet for awhile with Morcilla, and began scrolling through Instagram pics… and I read the news. It floored me, it made me catch my breath, it made me so so sad. Just 69, fucking cancer. An amazing life ended. I don’t know why it felt so personal, though I know thousands of people felt the same. Anyhow, I also felt somehow moved to make sure those changes I’ve been planning happen. Because, dammit, life’s too short.
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I felt the same way. It was very personal – David Bowie helped me grow up, I swear. Sad day, fucking cancer.
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But….what’s really impressing me about all this, despite the sadness, is that — and brace yourself, here comes the cliché — is that it’s really bringing people together. I’m getting into long Facebook thread/conversations with people I’ve never chatted with before; old friends are commenting on each others’ posts of songs and stores; lots of people are testifying to how Bowie, whether because he was an artist or transgressive or shocking or an example, helped them though being a teenager, coming out, daring to make art, ….it’s sad, but at the same time it’s like going to a great Irish wake (of which there are few, but they do happen sometimes.) Losing a loved one like that gives you a chance to connect to a lot of old and new friends.
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