Like what’s starting to seem like most people, I had no idea David Bowie had cancer until I woke up this morning to news that over the weekend, he’d died of it. He had just turned 69 and released a new album, which makes it all the more shocking.
It’s been more years than I can count since I’ve heard a new David Bowie song that I can honestly say I enjoyed, but I have no problem admitting that in a way, that’s more on me than him. He was just doing what he always did, experimenting with different sounds and making whatever the hell music he wanted to make. I absolutely appreciate and respect that, even if I don’t always necessarily want to listen to it.
And it’s not as though he didn’t leave me more than enough to listen to while he was off exploring places I didn’t care to go. Changes,
even Under Pressure.
So many great songs. I’m going to miss that guy.