I used to hear him even in music by others, his distinctive influence, his voice, his just right there quality that could hook us and hold us most of the time putting us into another dimension with the musical artwork that he produced throughout his lifetime.
I won’t stop thinking about it – that he is gone – and seemingly so suddenly. He left just three days after “our birthday”, as you see, we had the same birthday, he being just a few years older than I.
He took us places, leaping ahead of others, helping us transition from our crazy youth into some sort of still feeling with it adulthood, those of us that did not want to leave the edge. He was the king of edge, the supreme being of morphing into whatever he felt should be represented at the time, to make you THINK and stretch your mind into yielding a response. He was truly talented, and for some reason I felt that he might last well into his elder years… Like Mick is. Like Keith. Keith, who seems to have the most enduring genes and represent how a person can continue to thrive despite incredible abuse, don’t you know?
Bowie was likely more sensitive and of course, on all accounts, was one of the most congenial people ever to walk the planet. We will truly miss him, those of us who felt some connection with him. I certainly will, each year, on our birthday. I will remember him, and play his music, and think back about how he took me places that I likely would never have gone.
He will live on in his music, his art, and his theatre, and the legendary kindness and giving nature that is in the memories of those whose lives he touched.
Thank you, Bowie, for being our friend and inspiration. May you have all the peace and love that you can encounter wherever you are – and we know you will not be bored…
Oh my gosh. Well, as people who know me understand, I like to chat and I like humor. I figure that the only way through a painful physical therapy session is to try to take my mind off of it by laughing and having conversations. Anyone would. This is NOT your puffy relaxing Swedish massage. It hurts. Sometimes, it hurts BAD. I am a person who has a lot of knots, old injuries and very tight places that need to be ironed out.
This therapist at my Chiro’s office has been a fairly reasonable conversationalist and tells funny stories, to get your mind off of the pain, until recently. Well. You know the “gun thing”, and then there is the “health insurance thing”, and then there is the “conspiracy theory thing” consisting of the belief system that we have a dictator for a president who was sent to us by evil people yada, yada yada… As luck would have it, it turns out that he is one of “those people” who have the conspiracy theory all worked out.
Yep. And this guy is as serious as a heart attack. Which is all the more scary. The more passionate he got about his rant, the harder he worked on pushing on those knotty places and almost bending me until I was breaking in two! Oh goodness me.
As I did not agree with him by responding “Hell yeah!”, and instead tried to take the middle-of-the-road approach, and be as neutral as possible, he seemed to take offense and got a bit angry sounding… Yeah, this tact does not work with some people. He really got revved up. It was on the scary side by that point and thank God the clock wound down for the session. Who knows if I would have been able to walk out of there had it gone on much longer!
The next day, I visited with my Chiro about this situation. He said that he and the other clinic owners would deal with this – kind of encourage the guy to not converse about politics, religion, etc., with the patients. In my mind, it was “Good luck with that. He will begin to harp on his constitutional rights of free speech!” Oh well. There will not be any more visits from ME to this guy. Nope.
It was also suggested that I view this video from Saturday Night Live whereby such situations could be handled in the future! Talk about hilarious. He said that I should bring Adele to my next visit! Hey, put this in your CD player!
Astoundingly fast the time goes these days. When we were kids, we used to say “as slow as Christmas” when we thought that something was taking a long time. We were always waiting for Christmas to come around again. The dramatic lead up to the climax of the eve before the big day. Loved “The Christmas Story” movie about the kid and the bee-bee gun – absolutely one of the best Christmas movies out there… Likely, the kid thought that things were indeed moving slowly as he wished and hoped that Santa would deliver his dream!
I was running the other day and had these thoughts, as I do, about this phenomenon of time moving faster as you get older. Well, unfortunately, I forgot it (mostly), as you do, when your endorphins go back down to normal levels after the run. Shit. I hate it when that happens. I lose some of my best insights that way. Sometimes I record these, but then I get nervous and feel like I am on radio. It completely upchucks the thoughts and garbles the original flow. I wish I could invent something that could record these important insights in my brain and not look like really screwed up garbage.
I don’t have the comic strip anymore, but years ago, Dagwood Bumstead (of the comic strip Blondie) awakened and opened up a notepad on his bed stand after having a brilliant flash of insight when he was dreaming – and what he found the next day was a bunch of nonsensical words written down, much to his chagrin. That would be me!
I get a little depressed that my time on earth is now within that realm of “realizable”, as it now has the potential to be no longer than my longest marriage relationship, statistically speaking. In addition to this, we all, as we age, begin to see each year more people taking off due to unexpected circumstances and early-onset illnesses. Big fat finger in your face, reminding you that you are not in control here.
My neighbor told me the story of asking her dad on his 70th birthday, “Dad, how does it feel to be 70?” She said he was not happy being asked that question. He told her to consider how she would feel if she knew that she had more years behind her than the number ahead. I had a similar experience with my Dad when he was in his sixties. He got really grumpy when I made a bad attempt to be humorous about his age. My bad judgment and lack of understanding got me into some deep doo-doo on that one…
Yep, it’s a fact. No matter which flavor of religious affiliation you are, generally speaking, you are mainly being prepared for leaving the planet as you listen to sermons and read about what prophets say. This time of year, the joyousness of the season is infectious and people of various faiths do celebrate The Holidays together as much as they can because it is positive and cheery – everyone feels good, mostly, when they get out and party in a positive way with people.
As an analyst, looking at religions across the spectrum, the preparation for “what’s next” in the human experience and birth-life-death-re-birth (or not) is the one common denominator. We see that some religions more focus on the here and now, and some focus on the within more than the without, and some focus on the after, more than the now, but the departure in all its forms, of leaving the body in which we are living presents a major event horizon that triggers something else in the belief systems of major and minor religious philosophies. Besides Death, Birth is that other one single event that is viewed as important, as it begins a cycle of life on the planet. It is all wondrous and never solved definitively, likely by design by someone or some thing.
People dedicate their entire lives to the solution. They go into the forest by certain trees and sometimes get so far in that they lose sight of the original point that they are trying to solve – or rather the mystery – maybe it is not a problem, just a condition, or a situation. Whatever.
The trees still have green leaves on them where I live. Some of these are supposed to have fallen off, or at least be brown or some other color besides green. We have constant change in our environment that poses big world problems or problems of the planet. We watched the movie, “Interstellar”, the other night. It was one of the physics and math will solve this if someone smart enough can do this in time types of movies with the added aspect of the explorers going outside to look for a new planet, just in case, even though most people will be dead back home because of the time warps and distance issues.
You know – it’s enough to entertain you, and make you a little anxious. Half-facts, with the seasonings and flavorings borrowed from Contact, Mad Max, and other such movies. We didn’t see aliens – they were missing. But then ahead of this, there was the boring war movie that had the alien spaceship and when I am falling asleep watching movies, they tend to merge into one plot. Or I get distracted and the movie isn’t that meaningful, so I go surf the net, or go on Facebook. I mean, how many ways can you slice and dice the plot lines? It’s all about the same thing.
Redux. Is there anything new under the sun? No, not really. It is, as I said in one of my other posts, all matter just recomposed and reconfigured. Stuff just isn’t produced – it is reconstituted. Think about it. How would anything really leave and how would anything else come in? Hmmmm. Think of the options. According to some folks who are “in the know” – it hasn’t happened that anyone can prove… At least not yet, right Agent Scully?
So, what was I saying? Slower than Christmas? Whoever thought that up was just trying to be clever. I am with you.
What I do know is that Humor IS required! Without it, you are sunk. “Bottom of the ocean…”
And before we know it, it will be Christmas Day. We should celebrate something – any aspect of our lives that has reflected positively and gives us hope – definitely, it is a time to reflect on new beginnings and try to not think about the anxieties of the world.
What do I want for Christmas? Twenty-four hours of no television, of good conversation that is not negative, with reflections of good times and gratefulness – peace for a day. Longer if possible. That is what I would like for Christmas this year. Oh, and good health. Yeah, that would be good – for the entire family.
David Bowie has left to become stardust.
