Since last I wrote I can’t help feeling that the world has shifted slightly – that somehow it is different than it was before.
Like many people of my age and musical persuasion I spent a happy chunk of my early twenties exploring the David Bowie back catalogue and in the years that have followed I’ve returned to some of the treasures I discovered from time to time. That’s the extent of my David Bowie story – which is really just to say that his music found its way into the corners of my soul and stayed there with all the rest of the music I’ve taken to my heart.
Of course there’s no reason that what WeeGee has to say about Bowie’s passing matters, save I suppose that it matters to WeeGee because, as far as anything goes, music matters.
If my blog has only one consistent theme it’s that music matters. Music is about hope, and despair, and belonging, and meaning, and happiness, and grief. Music is about life and death and everything in between. It’s what keeps my chin up and helps me make sense of the things that hurt. David Bowie’s music was, and will remain, part of that.
The stars look very different today, no less beautiful, but different nevertheless. Perhaps there’s another one up there tonight, shining just a little brighter than the rest…..
Farewell Starman. Over and out.
How do you eat an elephant? 
❤
Thank you for helping to say things that I sometimes cannot. Your story matters because I am very much the same about music, though it rarely made it into my blog. What I mean (I think) is that in addition to it being important for you and for its own sake, you help my heart hurt less, and I thank you for that.