1947-2016

When I was eight years old, I could lip-sync perfectly to Golden Years.

Growing up, we would watch David Bowie and Bing Crosby sing Little Drummer Boy, whispering for days afterwards “hi, I’m David Bowie, I live down the road”.

When I was fourteen years old and facing freshman year of high school exams, I watched Labyrinth religiously, the ridiculousness calming me in ways I could not explain.

For my fourteenth or fifteenth birthday, my family bought me Station to Station on vinyl.

Just two or three weeks ago, my father brought me The Next Day deluxe edition, and I was elated because I’d just been thinking about buying it, one of my favorite Bowie albums.

I have so much of his music on my iPod that I’ve created a specific playlist for my favorites, titled of course David Bowie (He Lives Down the Road).

There’s so many ways that David Bowie has touched my life. He is one of my favorite musicians of all time, and one of the greatest modern musical minds we have ever seen.

Take care on your travels, Thin White Duke.