A few days ago, when I learned that one of my favorite people in the world had passed away, it almost seemed as though the world had fallen down...
It happened when I was in the living room working on an Etsy order. My husband was in our study when he made a distressed wail. I thought he was just watching a wrestling match or something at the time and an upset had occurred. He began wailing some more and I wasn't sure what it was about. I eventually began to realize that something was wrong, especially when he walked to the living room with a sad look on his face. I looked up at him and cried, "Tell me David Bowie is still alive!" as David not being so was probably one of the worst things that could happen to me. When he said nothing in reply, I rushed to the study and saw the page open on his laptop, announcing the death of my favorite singer. I didn't want to believe it. I quickly browsed the net for confirmation and when I saw that it wasn't a hoax, I instantly began to sob. I wept hard at first and then later it became intermittent sobs that lasted throughout the day (and the next day).
I admit that I'm simply one of the masses who never had the chance to meet this amazing man or to see him perform live, but he'd always been a part of me after watching Labyrinth numerous times as a small child. He influenced me in ways that I'd never realized until I rediscovered Labyrinth at age 17. It was then that I knew why I had such an unusual taste in men, why I preferred the androgynous, why I liked long-haired villains, why I adored musicals, why I was fascinated by masquerades, etc. And it was at that time that I became irrevocably and deeply infatuated with David Bowie, watching all the movies he'd had a role in, listening to all his hits, branching out into his lesser known songs, saving tons of his photos to my comp, watching hundreds of clips on youtube, trying to involve him in all my conversations with my friends, lending my Labyrinth DVD to my closest friends, etc. Years later, my obsession calmed down a little, even though I still seemed to bring up David Bowie at least once a day. My husband fortunately understood my fanaticism and would humor me about it. Together we went to see David's Hollywood star, we visited David's New York apartment where I touched the door handle (just the one on the ground floor that was the entrance to the lobby), and we saw the David Bowie Is Inside exhibit in Berlin. I was so tempted to touch the clothing, but I was afraid they'd fine me for it or something.
So yeah...While I may never have met him personally, he and I go back a long, long way and I'm going to miss him immensely.
--> And in honor of the man who fell to Earth, I'm going to make a NEW JARETH PLUSHIE and auction it off on eBay and donate all the proceeds to the Cancer Research Institute. <--