My heroes are gone. Zappa, Bukowski, Vonnegut, Miller, Fante, and now Bowie.This is all going to take a bit of time to process. Bowie’s music has been a part of my personal soundtrack since I was a little boy, but he was more than that. He was a conduit to worlds I may never have discovered: Eno, Burroughs, Brecht, on and on.
One thousand words on his discography for Diffuser doesn’t even begin to capture his enormous impact, but it’s a place to start the processing I suppose. Such a tremendous loss.