I had this experience that everybody is having with John Lennon's / Yoko Ono's "Double Fantasy" because they had JUST released it and then John Lennon was murdered at the age of 40. And here I was listening to this album with songs on it like "Starting Over" and songs about his wife or about his little boy and he'd released this glorious "come back" album, and then he was gunned down in front of his apartment and it was just so fucking senseless and you just felt so ... ripped off. And I just became consumed by grief. I mean, I couldn't stop crying for two weeks, I'd burst into tears at work and would have to go hide in the bathroom until it went away. And I don't think it was "just" about that, it was maybe because it was a cruel awakening to the reality of the world in which we are living? A man of peace and love shot in the head?
Then George Harrison died of cancer at 58 in 2001. Wtf.
I don't think that Bowie's death is making me feel AS overwhelmed by grief. I'm still kind of "surprised" by it, I see the headlines even this afternoon and go, "wait, what? Really?" it all seems so surreal. But it's not as brutal for me as Lennon's murder and listening to Double Fantasy, because Bowie is 69. It's not as "old" as he could have been but it's one year older than my grandfather was when he died of pancreatic cancer.
I think this plus the album is making me feel my own mortality and that of the people around me more than anything. Which I think may be Bowie's intention, actually.
It's weird, because on my birthday (same day as Bowie's) my husband and I were at dinner and I was talking with him about mortality, about how - especially once you get past middle age - you wake up and go HOLY SHIT and kind of do this "reverse math" and realize just how many years you MIGHT have left, if you're lucky. And it can scare the shit out of you. And it's given me some anxiety lately, until I start trying to focus more on some metaphysical thoughts or Buddhist thoughts or other "this can't ONLY be it" thoughts, like Plato's forms or the Matrix kinds of stuff, because mortality isn't only scary, it's pretty fucking boring and I just don't want to miss out.
And I think this album isn't just about Bowie's death; it's about my death, our death, everybody's death and even what happens later, and also about life and rebirth.
I had *just* listened to the other day and even posted it here in the music forum (Positive Music) and that is known to have 4 movements that are like a succession of life: life, death, rebirth and joy. The 2nd movement is so fucking powerful and it's been stuck in my head since this past weekend ( ) but NOW it's REALLY stuck in my head.