Thursday’s Child

I’ve been swimming in Bowie for the last week. So many great songs, but one that stands out to me now is Thursday’s Child. A beautiful melody and a lyric that seems to speak to Bowie’s journey of growth through character, from an eternal outsider:

“Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I’m born right out of my time”

to finally manifesting his true self in his family:

“Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms”

We are lucky to have travelled with him in some way. Bowie lived his life through art—or as art—and I think it finally brought him to a place of certainty that allowed him to battle and scrape and look his death in the eye and smile this great “f*** you” smile…

Photo by Jimmy King

…and at the very end to allow our favorite glamorous alien to create something grounded, dirty, earthly and transcendent. This is the art of a life lived out on a limb, not really knowing what you are doing and not really worrying about it too much, because its just a way to get to the next thing, to the next day. That’s what our days are for. I’ll spend a few more of mine a little heartbroken and then try to remember the message of this brave, fearless art.

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