Bowie tributes

The David Bowie tributes made me realize how much more important his music is than I had previously imagined. I did not know how engrained so much of his music is that failed to cross my consciousness, and a long time went by. My own i-Pod has songs on it that were there when I  bought it, songs from an album named Low. There's also Changes, Hunky Dory, Let's Dance, twenty-one songs that I didn't load.

The Brits put up things that I didn't see the usual places. The Young Ones quoting, "Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, we know Major Tom's a junkie." I never heard of that before. Flight of the Concords, Bowie in Space, making references that I haven't heard before. Bowie, Kenny Evert Boys Keep Swinging, that for some reason The Brits enjoyed but not pointed to here. TheSundaeLunch's own tribute. 

The best of all is Bowie with Geravis. 

This got me right to my heart. I pick friends because they're like this. Not this good, and not this evil, of course, not this talented, but this silly and this impulsive.

And I keep being surprised. Deeply surprised, like how could I be such an idiot by not knowing of this talent this whole time? Recently at John's funeral reception by the open door to an expansive terrace overlooking a park, a very old man, a tall creaky wrinkled, dry, crispy old man with long teeth with spaces between them and a bit yellow, and callow spotted skull who I've seen hanging around for decades and know simply as Bob and I have no idea of a last name, I have no idea his connection, I don't know him at all, where he comes from, who he is, but I've seen him repeatedly at different parties and functions, he sticks out by his age and his height and his looming presence and goofy face, spoke only very briefly, and I had no idea whatsoever the old man can bang out songs like that, and do that at a funeral. He set the musical tone for the whole place and he decided we are having fun. As if all those previous parties and finally a decent piano.

Others elsewhere tap on the table while waiting for dinner at a restaurant, without any alcohol nor any pot or anything just a willingness to be silly and unafraid of being told to shut up, establish a rhythm and melody and flesh out a made up song on the spot. Silly things like singing "Whip It" with made up emetic lyrics on the spinning teacup ride, and then the female companion, friend of a friend, is reminding of that at every subsequent encounter for the rest of your life. They sing in the van or the taxi to the radio and by being silly encourage everyone else to join in, they put on their voices and have as much fun as they can contrive and IF they can be kept off politics, and IF nobody is harmed as Gervais is here, then honestly spontaneous creative fun doesn't get better than this.