David Bowie is gone - back to his home planet - and he's left us gasping for breath. He was a massive singularity. He was so colossal it took a recording career of nearly half a century to lay his musical mind out for us to consume. As a wee lad struggling with my own understanding of, well, everything - my early sexual fumblings, my self-confidence, and my deepest anxieties - David Bowie was an ally in the forceful darkness. He gave me permission to be weird. He made weird look fucking cool. So. Fucking. Cool.
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