Perhaps space is a creature consisting of our souls. It’s a kind creature being a true home for all of us. And the stars are its eyes. Space is watching us constantly to enjoy what we do and what we are. Dying is horrible – this is what most of us think, I guess. And it’s not about philosophy, faith or something else. It is just fear. Fear of death and inevitability. If our souls come back home each time we die and the other ones take our place then why we’re so sad when somebody dies? Yes! Cuz we don’t know sh*t about life and death. We think we do know something about Love. Oh, I really do hope so. Really-really do. Love and Art are the purest forms of us. I do wanna believe that we are love. And if someone shares it; if someone gives this love to people then thoughts about death should be postponed, for sure. Love is the moment and the eternity at the same time. Love is the word and every letter in it; this word is being whispered to our ears every single second of our lifetime to make us remember who and what we are. To make us wake up at last. People who share love are to be praised and remembered for being our leading lights. Let’s look at the sky and say hi to Space. Let’s try to find the traces of all the good people left our world to watch and help us. So sad they are gone but their deeds are here, with us. And the best we can do is to use it wisely and not to forget.
David Bowie died. We all will one day. But he left his music and the good deeds with their consequences here. So we don’t have to be selfish and stupid cunts to screw it or simply forget this legacy. He was the kind of musician who’d gonna live forever. That kind of musician who made this world better while selling it, haha. He helped many artists just because he was a good man. He helped Iggy and that was so great. Devo gave Bowie their demo and he listened to it; and he helped them. And he’s been doing it throughout his whole career. He was an artist helping other artists. Just because he was that kind person; just because it is right to help other people. And yeah, he wore a Nazi uniform. Brilliant!
Listening to Bowie always makes one feel at home: his voice, lyrics and music are always so familiar. You feel like you are understood and it’s so damn important, right? And when it comes to Bowie’s music you know this feeling is true: he really understands you. He was just doing what he had to and it was music of understanding and simple truths.
It’s quite interesting that when some musician dies it’s sad, though, it’s one of the best moments in his career. Really. Of course, one may say that it’s wrong – oh no! How can you say that?! He could have made lots of beautiful music! – Well, he could have; or maybe not. We won’t know anyway. But what we do know is that his music is meaningful and true. And we start appreciating it more since musician’s death. Yes, these are what we are – cunts who cannot appreciate fully art of someone who’s still alive. But death changes everything; and since we know there won’t be any new releases we start looking closer at what we have. We start exploring it realizing what a treasure this is. And from this point a dead musician becomes complete. And his art becomes a holy book being explored with such attentiveness and tenderness that no legend alive can get. All the periods will be learnt attentively; all the styles and haircuts will be discussed. All his interviews and love affairs will be remembered. And all this will have some meaning and effect. Only now it will be that deep.
David Bowie is a great artist. And he will always be. David Bowie is a good person. He shared love with this world. And now let’s look at the sky and try to find his face somewhere up there. And let’s say thank you David. Thank you for what you are.
