Bowie

A long time ago, I had a love hate relationship with David Bowie.  I fell in love with glam rock, but mostly TRex, who also had a love hate relationship with the White Duke.  Throughout the years, I've lost some of my glam love; debating the morality of it and my earlier adult self.  However, In the end, despite the love and hate and the selfishness of rock music, I'll miss David Bowie.

I remember little things about Bowie in my life that bring some joy and tears.  I once had a cool Aladdin Sane t-shirt. Even though I loved TRex more, David Bowie shirts were easier to come by, and it attracted lots of attention.  When I was in Berlin I would wear my dingy Aladdin Sane shirt, and get smiles from other cute Bowie fans.  I wore that shirt when I met a boy I fell for in New Orleans.  It never failed me, until a former boyfriend kept it after the demise of our relationship.  Maybe I failed the shirt?

Then there were the times I watched the Labyrinth with my sister and dear friend.  We would giggle furiously at the too tight pants of Bowie, and the infamous shot of Hoggle looking right at those pants.  Later in life, I would play the song You remind me of the Babe to soothe my oldest.  He loved it, and it brightened his smile every time.

At my wedding I chose the song Rebel, Rebel for the garter toss.  It wasn't conventional, but nor was I.  Really, I'm surprised I did the garter toss, but if I was going to do it, Rebel, Rebel was certainly a good background song for it.

Strangely, what makes me most sentimental, is remembering when I watched David Bowie and Bing Crosby sing Little Drummer Boy.  In the video he talks about his son, and seems much more real than in other performances.  He wasn't pretending to be anyone.  I'm sure that conversations with Bing Crosby and impromtu Christmas songs weren't the norm for him, but there was no costume or outlandish makeup to hide David Jones.  He didn't speak of rebellious activities, or put on an act.  It's so very sweet in a strange way, for a man that made a career of reinventing himself.

So I'll say goodbye to Aladdin Sane and David Jones, thanks very much for all you've given me.