I found out this morning and was sad all day, went down into my basement, strapped on my guitar and wailed the first two songs I ever learned how to play, both Bowie tunes. I haven't played with that much force in years, if ever. -I sort of scared myself. After that, I cried. I didn't cry because a friend of mine died, i cried because a great artist that had a tremendous impact on me's light went out. People are grieving his loss because of the impact his art had on them. This is a very beautiful thing. Ive only had this type of reaction to someone I didn't know dying twice before. Kurt Cobain and George Harrison. I harbor no illusions that I knew any of them but I certainly knew their work. -I DEFINITELY knew how their work related to me. So yeah, it's totally a normal thing to grieve the passing of an artist. It makes sense. Not sure how it couldn't.Those of you who aren't grieving - maybe just STFU for a day, ok? It's not about you.
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