I was never a big David Bowie fan, probably because I was black and did not identify with him, and I also did not get the androgynous thing. The first song I heard was Rocket Man which was played in my junior school class during the moon landings. For me his music dropped from my cognisance in the late 80s and early 90s. However, in recent years I have been aware of the Ziggy Stardust meme that has been around in the last few years and the esteem that even younger people than myself held him in. He was one of those early 70s pop superstars, like Donny Osmond, David Cassidy and Bay City Rollers, who schoolgirls would play truant and run to the airport to greet them with screams. That does not seem to happen these days.
I woke up this morning and the the first thing I heard was the presenter, Robert Elms, talking about Bowie as if he was dead. It was a surprise as his 69th birthday and new album was only last Friday. Not far from where I live is a mural on the side of Morleys department store in Brixton, London. When I heard people were gathering there I took my camera and had a look myself. Most of the crowd was in fact, television crews.