People always asked me why #Bowie was my favorite musical artist, and I could easily reply, “He was fearless and relentless. He was always on a journey where he was ahead of everyone else. His love for taking chances showed he was never uncomfortable taking his fans to new and often uncomfortable places.” RIP to an incredible talent who has truly influenced all of us and whose legacy will continue to inspire others to go to new places.
I bought this piece of art in London a few years back after waiting in line many hours to see the immersive Bowie show at the V&A. Bowie has been beside me ever since, first in my kitchen and now in my dining room, and his presence is a constant inspiration. I’ve always admired Bowie for his enduring and innovative songwriting, for his eloquence and persistence in exploring what it means to be a musician and most importantly, an artist. And I have an almost metaphysical relationship with this piece of art that I spend a lot of time with on a daily basis.
In my personal and professional life, I’ve had to cover the lives and deaths of everyone from Kurt Cobain to Amy Winehouse. I remember sitting paralyzed in my car figuring out editorial coverage for Whitney Houston’s passing, and I’ve been at too many airports when one artist or another has gone on to another world and tried to craft something personal and thoughtful to say when grief and speechlessness were the gut response. But I never thought the day would come when I’d have to speak of Bowie. He was too young. I was too excited to just experience what he would do next. I never fathomed that he would not be with us for many decades longer. I am greatly saddened by the loss of this great hero, who is the only musician that hangs framed on my wall.
RIP David Bowie.