Time comes and goes, occasionally giving while always taking.
Last week marked the sixth anniversary of my Dad’s death, if such things have anniversaries. Thanks to him, I learned of many forms of music that I still enjoy. I have been reminded of this by the passing of another friend’s Mom and the anniversary of David Bowie’s death. (Again, if such things have anniversaries.)
I happened to watch the video for “Blackstar,” which is a surreal sci-fi horror film mashed into a celebration of all things Bowie. It’s weird on face value, brilliant in terms of the man himself. Take ten minutes to give it a watch:
Visually, this might be the wild adventures of Major Tom’s skull, but it’s the center section, the part that sounds more like a Bowie song, that has so much going on. Keep in mind that the album Blackstar was written with the expectation that it would be Bowie’s last album before his death. (He died two days after its release.)
Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre then stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangster)