David Bowie

Part of me genuinely believed he was an alien who would live forever. Part of me still does.

59 Comments on “David Bowie”

  1. Thank you for the link to Heroes, David Bowie will be missed!

  2. lkeke35 – I am a Librarian Clerk in the Midwestern US. Its my job to know stuff (or at the very least, admit I know nothing, and go find out!) I love SciFi and Horror, Books, Movies, and television shows. I celebrate Blackness all year round. I am intolerant of intolerance.
    lkeke35

    I’m going to miss him, so much. I know what music I’ll be listening to all week, I guess.

  3. Ellie Maloney – Writer, collector of typewriters and shoes. My #scifi #historicfiction novel 👽 329 Years Awake 🔛 http://amzn.to/2ie5NB0 . Short film 329 Years Awake: The Descendants 🔜🔛http://imdb.to/2zngT1Z Twitter @elliemaloneyfic @329YearsAwake Facebook @elliemaloneyfiction @329YearsAwake Instagram @elliemaloneyfiction YouTube Ellie Maloney
    Ellie Maloney

    I’ll have to listen to the Blackstar on iTunes, no videos, too much.

  4. Ellie Maloney – Writer, collector of typewriters and shoes. My #scifi #historicfiction novel 👽 329 Years Awake 🔛 http://amzn.to/2ie5NB0 . Short film 329 Years Awake: The Descendants 🔜🔛http://imdb.to/2zngT1Z Twitter @elliemaloneyfic @329YearsAwake Facebook @elliemaloneyfiction @329YearsAwake Instagram @elliemaloneyfiction YouTube Ellie Maloney
    Ellie Maloney

    Truly, he is an alien. I had the same feeling (impression, whatever), you just put it in perfect words.

  5. Became a Bowie fan in 1972-3; had friends who attended his 1972 concert in Cleveland. He was, without doubt, a genius, and by far my favorite rock star. We’ll probably never know his true impact on music and culture: just too widespread. I am kind of freaked out right now because – like everyone else I had no idea he’d been ill – yesterday evening the haunting “Blackstar” was running through my mind and I just had a feeling that his (metaphorical) “song” was almost over. Breaks my heart that it was true. (BTW, His son attended college here in Ohio at the U. of Wooster. I remember reading that Bowie wanted his son to experience a “midwestern US college education.”)

  6. I come at Bowie as more of a movie fan; he was really an under appreciated actor in things like The Man Who Fell To Earth or Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence or The Hunger. But I keep coming back to his bureaucratic, matter-of-fact Pontius Pilate in The Last Temptation of Christ. He’s probably the most rational person in the movie, frustrated by the situation and by having to deal with yet another annoying little Palestine rabble-rouser. Pilate is interested in this odd little man, but after this it’s on to the rest of his day.

  7. I loved him for My whole goddamn life. Seriously, I don’t remember ever not knowing who he was. (I’m 52) i listen to his duet with Bing Crosby every Christmas. So sad right now

  8. Brian Jay Jones – Maryland – Writer. Biographer. Political hack. Beatlemaniac. Pop culture junkie. I write about guys you know: Jim Henson. Washington Irving. George Lucas. Dr. Seuss.
    Brian Jay Jones

    Oh, but he DOES live forever, Scalzi. You just proved that.

  9. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    changterhune

    I’m completely wrecked about it.

  10. lkeke35 – I am a Librarian Clerk in the Midwestern US. Its my job to know stuff (or at the very least, admit I know nothing, and go find out!) I love SciFi and Horror, Books, Movies, and television shows. I celebrate Blackness all year round. I am intolerant of intolerance.
    lkeke35

    Oddly, the song that had been running through my head all week was Thursday’s Child.

  11. Michael R. Johnston – Sacramento, CA – Father of an eighth grader, high school English teacher, writer. Forty-nine years old and feeling almost every bit of it on some days, and not a bit of it on others. Based in Sacramento, California, USA
    Michael Johnston

    I’ve always enjoyed Bowie’s music but was never an actual fan; I don’t own any of his stuff. But that’s more a reflection of the fact that I rarely buy music; my vice has always been books and music has been a distant second. Now I find myself seeking out his stuff.

  12. I’m struck that he was able to release such a remarkable record as his last work. On Sunday morning, reading an article in the Los Angeles Times about him and the record, I thought it wonderful that his best work still might be ahead of him. What are the chances of that, for someone with a body of work like Bowie’s? Paul Simon, Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger / Keith Richards, Elton John — none of them seem likely at this point to release anything as compelling, deep, as innovative as Blackstar.

    The article in the Times said Blackstar was recorded quickly, “in three sessions that took place in January, February and March 2015.” That sentence reads more melancholy today.

  13. I never saw him live musically, but I saw him in The Elephant Man on Broadway. The man could do anything, and he was brilliant at everything he did. God speed, Ziggy.

  14. I probably first heard Bowie in late ’83, when we got cable and MTV, but I didn’t really notice him until Labyrinth. For whatever reason*, I didn’t really get into his music for a long, but when I did, I almost kicked myself for waiting so long.

    The world seems a poorer place today.

    I’ll risk moderation to leave this here:
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TJRk1pz3tk4

    *Okay, I’m not a huge fan of his 80s work, which probably explains everything.

  15. BJ Jones … Indeed he will! I will miss Major Tom but I know his new party is truly galactic, as it should be. Keep it going till I get there DB! Don’t let Freddy hog it all up!

  16. I have been a fan of David Bowie since I was a child. I watched our video of Labyrinth till the tape wore out and mom had to buy a new one. His music has been a constant fixture in my life, as have the characters he played. I honestly always suspected he was some sort of Fae masquing as mortal to inspire people through his music and his work….the man always looked so ethereal and otherworldly, it was easy to believe he was something more than human. Like he really was the Goblin King he portrayed, come to visit us mortals for sport and to inspire. He was one of music’s greats and like old aggie said, I don’t think we’ll ever be able to really measure his impact because of how much he influenced everything.

    Go well, David Bowie. You brought so much magic and joy and passion into the world, and the world is poorer for your loss.

  17. Long live Ziggy! I loved his work. Strange guy to be sure but that only made me like him more. He will be missed. Diamond Dogs, Major Tom, Fame …

  18. One of my favorite internet film critics, Kyle Kallgren, did a review a few years ago of The Man Who Fell To Earth, done in a musical form – specifically through filks of David Bowie’s songs.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_-_koBPRgk

    I’ll be binging on Bowie this week, not only through his music, but by also watching Man Who Fell To Earth and Labyrinth.

  19. The Man Who Fell To Earth set the standard for Weird Alien Sex.
    And The Hunger was an incredible Vampire movie – a real adult film, not like the kiddie vampires.
    Bowie was unique.

  20. I owe David Bowie a personal debt for helping me grow up.

    When I was in college (mid-70s) I sneered at Bowie as being a poseur. Over time I came to understand that I had completely missed the point and the personae were a major part of his creativity. Yes, even on his albums he was an actor as much as a musician. So what? Is there a problem here? To this day, when I start to get too full of myself, my realization that I was completely full of shit about Bowie drags me back to reality.

    The music behind the performances was great. Bowie was an expressive singer (he had to be, to inhabit the characters!), had great songwriting chops, and had a major talent for finding hot guitarists. The music endures.

    Sie waren ein held, Ziggy.

  21. Think on this: Instead of letting the world know he was ill, he gave the world more music. .

  22. .
    THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD
    by Jonathan Vos Post
    .
    In the Corridors of Power
    my 15 minutes lasted an hour
    Mauled by a Bear on Mars
    Left for dead, under my bed,
    Earth is a distant blue flower.
    .
    David Bowie and John Lennon
    together again, at last,
    while to Capo di Tutti Capo
    was arrested — El Chapo–
    the word: Sean Penn is mightier than the sword
    .
    Rebel, Rebel, fell to Earth
    Thin White Duke, feels the dearth
    as Pontius Pilate in The Last Temptation of Christ
    Bored, bureaucratic, walking on ice
    .
    10:58 a.m.
    Mon 11 Jan 2016
    .

  23. I always thought he was otherworldly. Too much for just one planet to hold.

  24. Bowie was an alien. And he didn’t die–he just went home.
    (At least that’s what I keep telling myself so I don’t get weepy at work.)

  25. I am putting out my grief with gasoline.

    And my prayers they break the sky in two
    Believing the strangest things
    That Bowie is loving the Alien on the same GCU as Iain Banks

  26. timeliebe – Central NY – Dreaded Spouse-Creature to bestselling fantasy author Tamora Pierce (SONG OF THE LIONESS, THE CIRCLE OPENS, BEKA COOPER: A TORTALL LEGEND series), a co-author of TORTALL: A SPY'S GUIDE, Co-author with Tamora Pierce of Marvel's WHITE TIGER: A HERO'S OBSESSION for Marvel Comics. Contributing Editor for VIDEO Magazine during the 1990s, Columnist for C/Net 1999 - 2002.
    timeliebe

    Part of me genuinely believed he was an alien who would live forever. Part of me still does.

    Exactly my feeling about it, Scalzi.

    RIP – or enjoy wherever you are now, David Bowie.

  27. First Lou Reed, now him…only Iggy Pop is left from those original 70s glam heroes.

  28. Farewell, Jareth. I will miss the Goblin King. Also loved him with Queen / Freddie Mercury in Under Pressure. And Space Oddity… sigh. Not a huge fan, but more than willing to acknowledge that he was a huge influence in music and movies over the years.

  29. [Deleted because this isn’t a discussion. You have the whole rest of the Internet for this contention of yours. Go do it there- JS]

  30. In 2001 I ate sushi with… well, at the table next to… David Bowie and Imam. First, that thing about a camera adding twenty pounds? True, even in their case. Second, it was all I could to not just go all Chris Farley Show on him (“Do you remember… that song you did… with Queen? THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!). I actually kept a lid on it and don’t think I stared for more than two or three seconds when he sat down. They were finishing up as we sat down, so I didn’t have to hold it together for too long.

  31. JunkChuck – Westsylvania, PA, USA – Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
    JunkChuck

    Been pining all day. What those folks said just above…”Too much for just one planet to hold.”
    and
    “Bowie was an alien. And he didn’t die–he just went home.”

  32. JunkChuck – Westsylvania, PA, USA – Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
    JunkChuck

    Always loved Bowie, chased down every piece of his vinyl I could back in the 80s, and even took a girl I really liked to see Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence. First date. Big mistake. Didn’t really ever talk to that girl again, but Bowie stuck with me all these years.

  33. My 17 year old daughter woke me up last night to tell me the sad news. I take great pride in the fact that she is a fan. I’m mostly a fan of the records from Hunky Dory to Scary Monsters, but I consider everything Bowie ever did to be interesting at the very least. I’m sadder and the world is a lot poorer today.

  34. Still pretty sure he’s an alien who doesn’t die like the rest of us. His time on this planet was up, now someone else gets to enjoy him.

    It does explain why his album was recorded and released so quickly. He knew he didn’t have long. I’m glad he got to see how well received it was before he went.

  35. I’d like to think there is a heaven.
    Or maybe, just another plane of existence.
    Wherever/whatever it may be, perhaps Lou Reed and Freddy Mercury
    will meet him there at a backstage door saying: “just in time David–
    you’re on next!”.

  36. Back in ye olde days of the nineties, when I was an angry teenager, this old guy that my parents used to listen to did some work with Nine Inch Nails, so my teenage self decided he had to look into this whole “David Bowie” business… (I remember thinking “That guy with the bulging pants in that Labyrinth movie?”)

    And lo, did my musical horizons expand.

  37. And now the Satanic Cult aka Westboro “Baptist” Church says they want to protest at his funeral… if they can find it, of course. On the other hand, I’ve come to the conclusion that if WBC comes out to protest at your funeral, you must have lived a really great and righteous life. They don’t generally go out and protest at the funerals of normal ‘nobody’ people.

  38. At risk of necro-posting, but feel the need to share…
    I’m bizarrely upset at Bowie dying. I’ve never listened to one of his albums, but the more I dig, the more I realise I’ve been bopping along to his songs my entire life. My dad would sing “Rebel Rebel” to me when I was a spiky angry child. As a disaffected teen, “Afraid of Americans” and “Hallo Spaceboy” hit the spot. When I was needing comfort at uni in my late teens, “Under Pressure”, “Heroes” and “Space Oddity” were go-tos. Now I look into it, I can probably sing lines from a dozen of his songs without even necessarily knowing they were his (or more), and my brain’s had his music on high rotation all week. Turns out he meant a lot to me without me even knowing it.
    And I have to have admiration for the way he died – writing & recording a new album, grinning in the publicity shots and sending cheerful notes to friends. Now that’s a model for us all.

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