His music inspired me, confused me, at times it even scared me, but that was all surely intentional on his part. Like many of us nearing middle age, I was first introduced to the art of this enigmatic maestro via Jim Henson’s Labyrinth. Marketing the fantasy film toward young families may be, in hindsight, a questionable choice. The story follows a 15-year-old girl (Jennifer Connelly) on a journey into the world of the Goblin King, played by a tight pantsed David Bowie, with an irresistible and overtly sexual charm, that was both creepy yet charismatic, bewitched we were all.
Shortly after midnight I popped onto Facebook, as I often do in the middle of the night to read this tragic statement,
“David Bowie died peacefully today surrounded by his family after a courageous 18 month battle with cancer. While many of you will share in this loss, we ask that you respect the family’s privacy during their time of grief.”
Words failed me.