Frankly, it was tough getting through yesterday.  I feel exhausted because I couldn’t get all that much sleep and of course its all because of the death of David Bowie.  I couldn’t help but read the wealth of retrospectives, condolences, and examination of what made him so damn good.  It was overwhelming.  It was sad.  It was well-deserved.

As I’ve mentioned many times before, David Bowie was my all time favorite musician but as good a musician as he was, he was much more than that.  He was also a successful movie actor, a shrewd businessman, an artist, and a patron saint to those who felt outside the bounds of “normal” society.  He most certainly had his flaws as well, including heavy drug use and, some have said, a cut throat mentality regarding musical collaborators.

Moving beyond all that, to me David Bowie was and is an artistic inspiration.

While other rockers sit back and appear comfortable belting out their past greatest hits to increasingly greying audiences, Mr. Bowie kept working hard and creating new and interesting stuff, the last of which, the album Blackstar, was released a mere two days before his passing.

As I said before, I’m very tired today yet alive and looking forward to another day in which to work on my latest novel.  My story isn’t quite done yet and there’s plenty of inspiration to draw from one David Robert Jones.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Bowie.