THE DEATH OF THE MIX TAPE
Very rarely does someone, as an entertainer come along and not only change the face of art, but manages to stay relevant through decades, some more productive than others. I don't often post on Mondays, but with the news of David Bowie’s passing, I felt compelled.
Today is a sad day. There’s simply no other way to phrase it. While many, many millions of people have fallen in love with his music, musicians and artists of all caliber have come out and expressed their sorrow at this gargantuan loss. Honestly though, he knew with his latest album that he was departing this world. Even if we didn’t Bowie the man himself did. His family did also. There’s always a weird connection I feel when a well known personality fades into oblivion. For a multitude of people he was treasured for his creativity and gungho spirit and unwillingness to ever conform to what may have been going on in music. He was stubbornly innovative. But we who are fans only see him as that one thing. That’s not all he was though. Consider his family,his close friends and confidents who he spent decades with, laughing and enjoying life quietly outside of the limelight. For us he will always be one song away, but his family will always have memories that no one else will ever be aware of. Anyway I digress.
I first became aware of Bowie when Nine inch Nails recorded and toured with him, and while I didn’t instantly understand the appeal, over the next twenty years I gradually became to love Bowie intensely, same as everyone. “Low” is a fucking killer album, and while many people instantly think of “Ziggy Stardust,” so many of his albums are as all over the place as they are brilliant. Way too many to name. Just start at the beginning, and find what sticks out to you.
I mean, shit, just belting out “Heroes” at this moment sends shivers through me, for a gift from the stars is gone forever. I could go on and on rambling about the faces of Bowie, his codpiece from “The Labyrinth,” or the parody played brilliantly by the Flight of the Conchords, or how so many great times were able to exist listening to a once in a lifetime entertainer. The loss to the music community is incalculable on many levels, but his gifts to Humans everywhere will always be readily available to change the lives of the next waves of music lovers.
Godspeed Bowie, you’ve gone home.
Landon Murray is a New Orleans native, who thrives on painting the world he interprets through the useful forms of all types of art he feels connected to. He's seen over 1000 bands, and had loved mostly every minute of it. He has an amazing 10 year old dog, and is loving life.
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