Lost a day, yesterday. Couldn't do anything: couldn't write, couldn't edit, couldn't think straight.
How can David Bowie have died? He was not just a man, he was a force of nature. He was elemental, I think. Some kind of power of earth or air.
It's been a rough winter for losing iconic musicians. By all accounts, Scott Weiland was finished off by serious addiction issues that had plagued him - and pained those closest to him - for a long time, but I just loved his voice and the music he made with STP. I remember seeing the Pilots at Leeds T&C in the mid-nineties, when they were touring on 'Purple'. They pulled most of the plugs halfway through and did an acoustic set, with Weiland sitting in a big old rocking chair. One of those perfect live-music moments.
And of course, last month I raised a glass to our own beloved Lemmy (it was ginger beer - I haven't drunk alcohol since 1996, and Lemmy would surely not have approved, but I think he'd have approved even less of someone changing their lifestyle due to the opinions of others...) and felt very sad. I saw Motorhead at the Hammy-O about 25 years ago. They were true to their maxim: everything louder than everything else. They were a joy to behold.
I never saw Bowie live. By the time I was old enough to get to see him, he was doing infrequent stadium gigs. I like things more intimate. Now I wish I'd made an exception for him, the same way I tend to do for Maiden.
Honestly, I think I figured he'd just always be around. Forces of nature tend towards ever-presence, do they not?
Times like this, I wish I believed in the concept of afterlife. That'd be some heavenly open-mic night, wouldn't it?
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