Happy Birthday, Thin White Duke. The stars have looked very different since you left us. Thanks for being part of my growing-up. I’ll be exacting a hug from you in Heaven one day.
I purposefully took my time to write this piece, as I wanted desperately to do the memory of David Bowie justice. Thanks for the memories, O Great One. You will be missed.
By: Jana Greene
In the summer of my 13th year, I fell in love. And the man I fell in love with passed away last week.
I fell HARD, much like the object of my desire who fell to Earth, when I first came to love his music, and again when I found out he passed away.
As a young girl, I’d heard Space Oddity play on the radio and was completely transfixed. What did I just HEAR? I’d always loved music, but this…this? This was another thing altogether.
From then forward, I was obsessed. Everything Bowie wrote or sang, every cameo he made in a film, every poster featuring his amazing face from obscure and punk-ish Houston…
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