I've always felt a kinship with Bowie because we share the same birthday. Sure, I haven't kept up with his later works but I've never wavered in my admiration.
It wasn't just the music, but it was the whole artistic vision. Even his death was poetic. In his final days, he quietly labored on his last album Black Star and then released it into the universe only two days before leaving us for good, as if to say, "Here you go. This is all I have to say. Everything you need to know is right here."
Of the music, there is so much there. Of course, for me, everything starts from the eighties, going either backward or forward. So I choose Let's Dance, China Girl, and Modern Love today to remember Bowie by:
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