Just this morning I’d been meaning to watch the video to “Lazarus”. In a drastic turn of events, what sounded like a cruel joke turned out to be true. Someone wrote “and I’m crying in a most peculiar way” and I just kind of lost it.
It’s been a waking nightmare as all my favorite people; all my heroes; the authors, artists, musicians that I adore; die off one by one, leaving the world a little worse for wear.
Clearly I loved him for the music, but more than that it was his ability to reinvent himself, to evolve constantly and always be comfortable in his skin, something a vast majority of us struggle with.
He perfected the art of the concept album – a coherent story told through music – with Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. He was doing musical alter egos before Sasha Fierce ever came on the scene; behold I present to you Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane (which incidentally was such a brilliant play on words that the copy writer in me jumps for joy each time I say it)
I loved that indefinable je ne sais quoi; that inimitable ‘cool’ that was him; his androgynous sexuality making men & women quiver alike; he belonged with the Roger Waters, the Jeremy Irons, the Helen Mirrens and the Meryle Streeps of the world, people that just get better with age. Someone put it so aptly “He’s been absconded back to the sky from whence he came”
I had such a crush on Jared growing up, I’ve watched the Labyrinth a million times and he’s still so nonchalantly hot (is that phrase? I’m making it a phrase)
I’ll leave you with one of my favorites by Bowie, an amazing song and a spectacular play on words.