Farewell Maestro

There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds.
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

May this lyrical master of music rest peacefully.

My mother thought him too radical and in cahoots with the devil for her girls to listen to, my big sister ignored mother as usual and rebelled. She would hide his records so I couldn’t play them, and I could only listen through the wall that seperated our bedrooms; this made me like him even more.
School had two camps in the play ground, those who were brave and did, and the un – hip. When my daughter was of an age to put a face to the music she heard me play, she was scared of him (i think it was the pink eye).

So across the airways and sea’s, spanning the generations, Bowie went where no man before had dared to tread, changing opinions and some say the world with his radical words, music ,dress and sexuality. Today I heard him described this way:  Bowie’s open sexuality was the Gay  world’s equivalent, to Armstrongs moon walk. Both altered the world’s perception forever.
For me his music lives on.