By now, many of you have already let out a thousand, “Noooooooos,” over this news that doesn’t even seem real. And now I join you. When I woke up this morning, I checked my phone and saw a bunch of e-mails about David Bowie and a million tweets about him. I figured he announced a world tour or something like that. I didn’t ever think I’d see the words “David Bowie has died,” because I thought he’d outlive every single one of us and I didn’t think any of us would live in a world without David Bowie.
That piece of shit asshole demon named cancer fucked with David Bowie for 18 months. He battled it privately and died yesterday, just a few days after this 69th birthday. This message (again a message that doesn’t seem real) went up on his Facebook page last night:
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.
Bowie’s son Duncan Jones also tweeted this:
Very sorry and sad to say it's true. I'll be offline for a while. Love to all. pic.twitter.com/Kh2fq3tf9m
— Duncan Jones (@ManMadeMoon) January 11, 2016
Bowie is survived by his wife Iman, their daughter Alexandria “Lexi” Zahra Jones and his son Duncan Jones. His last album “Blackstar” was released last week and his producer said that he meant it to be his “parting gift” to his fans.
For me, David Bowie was my introduction to weird. I heard his songs before I saw him, but when I saw him, I was confused and excited at the same time. I didn’t think they made humans like. But they did. They made one. I really don’t know what else to say except for thank you, David Bowie.
Pic: Rolling Stone