I didn’t listen to David Bowie when growing up. The only memory I have of him comes from the Live Aid days.
My husband, who is 13 years older than me, has a very different connection. He listened to Bowie during his formative years. The hubby is also a guitarist. He listened, played and connected to Bowie in a way that was beyond the tunes. It was about the lyrics and everything they represented. It was about a shared journey; of daring to be different and create your own path with your own rules. That’s something that resonated with so many teenagers.
The news of Bowie’s death has been shocking. More so than many of the celebrity deaths we hear about on a weekly basis. Why? Because he was relatively young at 69? Because no one knew he’d been battling cancer?
No. To understand why it’s so shocking you have to read what people are writing.
Here are some things on my Facebook feed alone
“Just had a massive cry! This gig changed my life…”
“I took my sisters to see David Bowie…for the Ziggy tour”
“Great memories of seeing him play live in 1983”
“Memories can play tricks but I still remember that as one of the best gigs I ever went to”
“My mum bought be my first copy of PopSwap magazine when I was small and it contained a floppy 45” of The Jean Geanie”
“His music shaped my teenage years”
This is not about a song. This is about how Bowie made people feel. Maya Angelou was so right that people will remember how you make them feel above all else. This was the power of David Bowie.
The man has died but the way he made people feel will live on.