My first introduction to David Bowie, was watching "Ashes to Ashes" on MTV. I was confused and captivated.
But it wasn't until my first real stay in Los Angeles, around 1997, that someone told me to take a moment to listen to something other than Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane and Hunky Dory. So I went for a dizzying car ride through the Hollywood Hills and listened to "Diamond Dogs."
All of my nostalgia, instantly turned to awe. I was hearing him sing about fiction as a mask to show his naked soul. This changed my life forever.
Every song of his was a way for me to communicate to others. It was a sedative. An arousal. A love letter I could never have written.
It has become and remains a soundtrack to a movie he painted with his voice and guitar.
He sang, "Hope, it's a cheap thing."
I don't need hope to know that he has found his way to the place that equals his untouchable, chameleon-genius beauty. The black star in space, that only HE belongs.
This crushing moment of fear and loss can only be treated the way his music has affected everyone who was fortunate enough to hear and love it.
Let's NEVER let go of what he gave us.
Marilyn Manson
