Goodbye Bowie, and thanks

Thank you Bowie. Your music has been at the heart of some of the most memorable moments in my life. I discovered Young Americans in my parent’s attic when I was a kid and didn’t know what to make of it. I found it so shocking. The image and the sounds couldn’t have been further removed from suburban Portsmouth in the 1990s. That record went on and on to inspire me and remains to this day my favourite of yours. A way out of the curse of the ordinary that so many of us must live under. Thanks for the best live concert I ever saw, Glastonbury 2000, Wild is the FUCKING Wind(!), with that golden wavy hair and morning jacket to die for. I’m gonna put on the sharp brown suit I had made up like the one you wore on the Dick Cavett show, pour out a rum, and thank god you existed.