Will The Circle Be Unbroken
A couple of days ago David Bowie has passed away. It triggered millions of people to ressurect never-really-existing Ziggy Stardust and to make him a global reality, once again. Organists from churches all around the world played the main theme of “Space Oddity”.
Thousands of young people may now hear “Heroes” for the very first time and even if only one of them — in twenty years or more — will play one of Bowie’s songs on her own festival gig, the fire will remain alive.
And Bowie himself had secured a lot of other artists’s fires in his time.
Let’s consider the chain of H.P. Lovecraft. He secured the legacy of Edgar Allan Poe and, now, the Cthulhu’s Mythos is in caring hands of Stephen King.
King’s books inspired hundreds of younger authors to write that first word down on a paper and I’m sure that his legacy is safe with them, too. They are a kind bunch.
They never feel like it is “enough” with paying homage to old masters.
Today died Alan Rickman. A man who really showed the world what J.K. Rowling meant by professor Snape’s story arc. Who turned what was already golden into a stuff of future legends. An actor so prolific and talented that his bad guy from “Die Hard” is often more remembered than the protagonist himself.
And I think to myself that in years to come someone will watch those movies. Someone will rent or download Alan Rickman’s best roles and, even more years later, that someone will stand on a scene and make a history with a best Sheriff of Notthingam ever witnessed.
Or maybe some other somebody will tell to his parents: math is okay but I will do just fine with B-. I have to secure some time for my daily improv.
It’s the same with Lemmy Kilmister. I believe that there’s a girl, somewhere out there, who is soundproofing her bedroom’s door with t-shirts AT THIS VERY MOMENT. And then she is plugging her guitar to her amp and playing some hardcore rock non-stop until her favourite place decides to ask her to play a full set one evening, maybe three, maybe four years from now.
This circle never “stops”.
It’s a circle, after all.
It never breaks.
Millions of people are making their small, daily decisions. And they connect. They click. They mount up. They stack. And they add to the wheel that we all share.
It’s sad when an artist who was providing us with emotions dies.
But, let’s consider a thought: when he ceases to create new emotions for the general public, he may very well really start creating new emotions for other artists.
Maybe it isn’t so. Or maybe it is.
I don’t know.
I like to think to myself that the spirit, the humor, the charizma and the legacy of those people will never dissapear. Never die. Not really. I mean: the world still loves the same musical scales from hundreds of years ago, right?
As my friend said: once in a while the wheel gets a giant spin from people like Bowie or Rickman or Killmister. But the wheel itself is made from all those who got inspired. From girls with electric guitars and from boys on theatre scenes. From people with early drafts and from people who painted their first mountain.
Sometimes from me, sometimes from you.
Sometimes another hero will be born.
And sometimes it will be just a simple song that touches nothing but a single heart out there. But for this heart? This song can be a lifechanger.
There was this guy. David Bowie. I think you’d love him.
He had a song kind of about it. It’s called “Heroes”.
We can be heroes. Just for one day.