(Glam Rock)
I like this album more each time I listen to it. For a long time, my favorite Bowie album was Ziggy, and I still love that album, of course, but his other titles, like The Man Who Sold the World and Station to Station–albums I thought weren’t as good as Hunky Dory or Ziggy–are gaining ground in my estimation.
Bowie’s death hit me really hard, not because I’m a fanboy and “miss” him or “cannot live without him”. He wasn’t my friend or acquaintance, and I don’t miss him because his music lives on. I just love his music. I was actually talking about him with my wife while we were out shopping. We were just strolling, and I was going on about his peerless musical genius when a text came in from my friend which read “RIP David Bowie”. I just stopped in my tracks in shock. It was quite bizarre moment.
Over the next couple days, however, is when it really sank in. I am a deeply religious person, so I thought about Bowie–as I think about all who die–in regards to the afterlife. It’s been said that in Heaven “all that is not music is silence”. I hope Bowie hasn’t missed the music. His gift was profound, and I hope he can employ it in the Beatific Vision, wherein his mortal abilities were nothing compared to the immortal glory of the Unending Music.