The last days were strange...
Friday I bought Blackstar and listened to it the whole weekend. I couldn´t quite make sense of it, but it´s a Bowie album, so I´m used to that. But I liked it a lot because it reminds me of my favourite album: Outside from 1995.
Then suddenly on Monday morning (here in Germany): boom!
And suddenly the album makes terrifying much sense to me.
I knew Bowie since my musical awakening in the mid 80´s. But I liked the 70´s stuff much better than his 80´s and 90´s music until Outside and Earthling came. I saw him life in 1997 at the Bizarre Festival in Lübeck when he played together with The Prodigy. A lasting experience.
His music may have been better or worse over the decades. But he nerver stood still, he never really cared if his work was popular or succesful. He always did his thing. And that´s what I liked about him, that´s why he influenced me.
Thank you for the music, Mr. Bowie.
(And I hope you don´t mind the ABBA-reference.)Freddie Mercury, Lou Reed, David Bowie. Three of my musical heroes from my days of youth gone. I´m getting old. Who´s left? Tom Waits, Ian Anderson, Van Morrison, Supertramp. They´re not getting younger either.
TM
