Like others said, I'm also still trying to get my head around that he is no longer with us. Been listening to Blackstar on my way to work this morning without much thinking (now the lyrical hints seem to be quite obvious) when a friend messaged me at exactly 8:16 am, simply stating "Bowie is dead". Bummer. In my head I've been trying to put together a serious or cohesive thought about what David Bowie really might have meant to people and popular culture in general, to explain it to some people I know who didn't really seem to care..but I failed, feels very awkward. I've also made a little detour on my usual way home from work to walk past Hansa-Studios where he recorded his Berlin trilogy. Others obviously had the same idea. RIP.

ok, this is fucking awesome:

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"My Brief But Game Changing David Bowie Story"

It's either 1988 or 1989. I'm working out of Paramount, a go-fer more
or less, and am asked to make a run to Pink's (a famous hot dog joint) late
in the afternoon. I pick up my order and walk back to my car parked up the
block. Behind my car sits a modest estate car. The front seats are empty but
in the back seat is a white man reading a Batman comic book and an impressive
looking black woman.

I laugh to myself and think, "I bet that's DeNiro," when the man peeks out from
behind his comic book. It is in fact David Bowie. I'm staring into the eyes of a giant
in the 1970's. Not so much in the 1980's though. At that point he was at his lowest
critical ebb ever. I knew why.

His window's down. He smiles at me. I put the food on top of my car and amble on
over to him. Nervy star struck fool that I am I begin to babble. "Hey David, how ya
doing? Ain't Hollywood great! What's a Limey like you doing here?" He laughs and says,
"Same as you, Pink's," and points to the bags on my car. I say hello to the girl who
completely ignores me. Only momentarily thrown by this I quickly recover and move
in for the kill.

"David, I know you've hit a rough patch since Let's Dance. You need to ditch the trendy
crap and get back to guitar music. Loud, raunchy stuff. Songs like Cracked Actor and
She Shook Me Cold. Do that and I'll buy it for sure." He smiled and shot me a look that
let me know he was now going to humor me very briefly while bringing this conversation
to a merciful end. "Maybe. We'll see. You never know......." His driver then arrived with
his snacks and I beat a hasty retreat out of there.

9 months later he unveils Tin Machine. A loud, guitar crazy band with him as singer and
Soupy Sales's sons as the rhythm section. I liked it. It of course gets the worst reviews
and sales of his career. After an even more poorly received second album they break up.
I'm terrible at career advice. David was a fool to listen to me.

Yeah it was a great documentary mimi! I haven't paid enough attention to Bowie over the years not through any dislike I just haven't got round to it but this has got my interest going.

I saw this thread yesterday very early in the morning and I thought that some idiot is trolling or something. Then i found out that it was true and I was just shocked. I took a shower and than I realised, Bowie can't die. How is he dead when I can hear his voice in his music? He will love forever. I decided not to be sad and that I should celebrate his life. I went to work and light a cigarette and decided to play faster songs and don't cry. I was walking down the street with ,,Rebel Rebel'' in headphones and I was so proud of David. I kept that feeling after few faster songs but then Life On Mars came on I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. But I still think that David don't want to see us crying so let's just awkwardly dance to this and celebrate his life.

Too bad, he was a true legend.

R.I.P.

This made me so sad yesterday.

Today I felt sick to my stomach all day.

I'm still in shock to be honest.

This song is amazing, it kinds of predates the song Blackstar.

Throughout the day today I was thinking about why people mourn the death of musicians. Sure, legends like David Bowie gave a lot to culture, but it's not like they were related to us or anything.

But then I listened to Bowie's album Heroes for the first time in a long time. And then I realized, well more like remembered, that artists spend their entire lives creating records. They pour their blood, sweat, and guts, as well as their hearts and souls into the sounds that come out of our speakers. And from this, from the noise, you feel like you get a glimpse into the mind of the creator, like you actually knew the person who wrote and performed the music. And that must be why we grieve when our favorite musicians die. By listening to music, you get to see someone's character, their hopes, dreams, passions, fears, joys, and sadness in a unique way unlike any other.

This alone is why I listen to music.

im absolutly gutted, now there truely is a starman waiting in the sky

I've always dug the covers by M. Ward and Last Shadow Puppets. To me "In The Heat of The Moment" is one of the great underrated Bowie gems. Never thought Oasis' "Heroes" was particularly memorable. Seems rushed.

I'll have to check out Beck's "Sound and Vision". Love that tune, love that album!