Dance Magic Dance

Posted: 11 January, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Celebrity death is weird. It’s been awhile since the last time I grieved for a famous person.

I’m glad D sent me that text last night so I know better. I haven’t turned on my computer yet because I know what I will see when I do. The public outpouring of sad.

Everyone will post about how much he meant to him. What he represented. There will be counterposts about how everyone doing that are all phonies. There will be no less than eight Vice articles Covering him and his death from every possible angle. There will be the did you know writings about his personal life the people he fucked, the drugs he did and how he wasn’t anything like we thought.

I never know how to interact with it. Bowie wasn’t a friend or a family member. We never met. I didn’t know much about him the person. Not like celebrities these days who tweet their every emotion and Instagram their every meal.

I knew his music. And a few movies. And all of my favourite stuff of his was made before I was old enough to know what it was.

So to mourn him like he was kin or even a person at all would be strange. To me he was closer to a god than a man. I honestly can’t think of a better Bacchus. The young androgynous beacon of sex and music.

So what do you do when you discover god is dead?

I’ve not a fuckin clue.

I have no room to speak. I’m just a fan. Just another worshipper looking for answers

 

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Comments
  1. […] I have weird feelings about collective public grieving. The difference with this is that it wasn’t one person and it wasn’t old age or disease. It was… I don’t have to tell you what it was. […]

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