David Bowie: Shooting for the Stars
Firstly I apologise to anyone (let me be real — it’s just my bored mates & lovely girlfriend who reads these things, but still…) who was expecting my latest story to be published on Sunday, as this was my New Year’s promise. (read here: ‘What I learned Going Into 2016’)
In any regular circumstance, I would have gone through with my original jotted thoughts & clicked ‘Publish’ over a bowl of cereal. However my original thoughts were very much inspired by my heroes who had recently celebrated their illustrious lives last week. David Bowie & Jimmy Page reaching their birthday milestones on the 8th & 9th respectively.
I’ve always found a spiritual kinship with these idols. Not unlike many others, from frustrated teens to now acid-haunted seniors, these superhumans have touched & left a very unique nostalgia & comfort. There was never a place warmer than locked in your room with The Rise And Fall of Ziggy Stardust hailing out It Ain’t Easy as loud as possible without waking your folks.
Thus, the sudden & heart-wrenching news that the Starman had returned to the mothership just a couple days after he shared his birthday & recent album, Blackstar, it just felt inappropriate to spill some ill-timed topical piece.
The most wonderful thing about Bowie, not only from what was felt by his out-of-this-world records, but also from his charm in interviews, his personality that jumped off the pages of Uncut & Rolling Stone magazines I read as a young teenager, his unpredictability on his songs, his absolutely mesmerising fashion statements & iconic style & stature. Davie Bowie was (and always will be) so many things to me, he had this chivalrous arrogance I (try) adopt, but most of all I was intrigued & in awe by his diverse ambition & what I believe is a ‘supreme intelligence’. I’ve met a couple (very very few) with this gifted outlook. I call it by this as I think not only is it a unique perspective, but a more sophisticated & higher thinking. I think.
“I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human. I felt very puny as a human. I thought, “Fuck that. I want to be a superhuman.”
Recognising oneself, your spirit & where it is in relation to others is one of our ultimate, if not the most difficult quandaries; yet David Bowie circumnavigated this lifelong voyage & created a rejuvenating juggernaut of an alien identity. An identity I personally believe has been one of the most captivating to have ever danced the streets (a song & music video I still find hilarious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9G4jnaznUoQ) and would be very privileged & surprised should I experience someone with a pedigree and calibre anywhere remotely close to his again.
I foremost pay my respects to his family and close friends, and beyond that, wish all fans to play a record of his, remember the man and the mystery, and take lesson of the legacy he emitted across the universe:
- Knowing who you are is cool.
- Knowing who you are and what you want to be is cooler.
- Knowing who you are, what you want to be, and shooting beyond every expectation & substandard star & planet along the way to the sun… is awesome!
So I, and I encourage all of you too, will celebrate the legend & strive every day to become a superhuman in your own wonderful way. I want to think smarter, I want to smile longer, I want to sing louder, I want to work harder, I want to love deeper, I want to be fucking epic!
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.”
I salute you back to the heavens, and thank you.