Dale and I collaborate on our posts (which are now written on Movie Pilot, go there and look for us), and I use legal cannabis to help with creativity. Also I’m usually gaming while Dale is writing, so… it goes hand in hand.
This text fragment is a peek into the creative process. What is art? What is life? What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me.
David Bowie Has Died
Rest In Peace, Star Man
Ladies and Gentleman, it is with an extremely heavy heart that I write this post. Honestly, I wish I didn’t have to write this, but David Bowie has passed away. I found out just a moment ago (It’s 2 am in NYC), and I’m literally stunned. David Bowie had an immense career and was a musical powerhouse.
David Bowie released his first album in 1967, that is nearly 50 years of musical excellence. His death is a true loss to the world, and to music. The man was a true talent and a true individual, something the modern music industry sorely lacks. They certainly don’t make them like Bowie anymore.
The world needs artists like David Bowie, to show us all that true individualism, exists and is no bar to success, and despite all the success one can still be a kind human being. Today we all lost a genius, an enigma, a titan that walked amongst us, and somebody the world was lucky to have in the first place.
I’d like to write more about the man and his music, but I honestly had trouble writing this much. I simply don’t know how to put my heartbreak into words. That is the effect David Bowie had on me, and I’m sure many others. M
y friend and co author Mark texted me earlier and told me that he was going to try to sleep but was doubtful that he could. The death of David Bowie robbed a man who’s never met him of sleep. That is a sign that a great man has passed.
With that said, and with a heavy heart I simply say Rest In Peace, David Bowie. You will be sorely missed and never ever forgotten. Bowie himself said “We could be heroes just for one day” well, you will be a hero to millions for the rest of time, so thank you and goodbye.
Speaking of “Heroes” this is Mark’s favorite ever performance of the song, from 2002. The man was a master, a genius, an archetype, a legend.
You Will Be Missed
I watched most of the live streamed memorial service for the late Motorhead legend, Lemmy. It was sweet, sad, touching… all the things memorials are. It was also occasionally slimy and showbizzy. Rob Halford name checking myriad PR firms, managers, etc. before speaking was a perfect example.
It was the stories that were sweet. Lemmy was, in the words of those who knew him, a wonderful guy. Funny, kind, generous, and completely rock and roll. It was moving.
What impressed me the most was the number of people online (250,000 +/- at any time), and the diversity of languages in the comments. Lemmy was a global icon. He truly was a legend and he is missed. Well done, sir.
My friend Adam told me this story, about fifteen minutes ago. Legal marijuana was involved. I typed it up on my phone, as he was speaking. It’s gold.
In the three months I was kinda in a band, we were playing in the garage and Danny Morse, our shithead drummer, gets up from his kit, to go to the bathroom.
He comes back holding a stack of coffee filters, in one hand, out in front of him.
He said, “I shit in this. Let’s go rub it on a pay phone.”
So we drive to the nearest Payphone, which was like fifteen miles away (this is in rural Oregon, Willamette Valley). We’re all in this 1960’s Dodge van, with this fresh turd, and we get to the Plaid Pantry, and he just picks up the handset and just smooshes it in the shit, and hangs it back up.
Love is the Law. Love under Pistachio Ice Cream. Nothing Is True. Everything Is Permitted. We Are All Star Stuff. Every Man And Every Woman Is A Star. Cookies Are Yummy.