David Bowie was the first music I had ever heard.
And I don’t mean that in a “my-eyes-were-opened-by-his-style-and-music” type of way, although that is true when I could actually comprehend it. I mean literally.
One of my favorite home movies is the day I was brought home from the hospital. I was two days old. My uncle was filming, and “Changes” by David Bowie was playing in the background. My dad, who was holding a swaddled, tiny me in his arms, looked down and said, “this song is for you, Hilary.”
I grew up always thinking that song was for me. I still think that song is for me.
Between the years 2007-2010, approximately, I dyed my hair that Ziggy Stardust red over and over and over again, because it’s such a fabulous color. I couldn’t pull it off like he did. Who else really could, though? My mom tried, too, but back in the 1970s.
David Bowie’s voice was always in my ear, throughout my entire life. He had always impacted my style and my attitude, whether I really knew it or not.
The crazy amount of mourning going on in the world right now tells that I’m certainly not the only one who felt this way. I have never seen such a gathering for the death of a musician, it’s truly incredible.
Thank you, David Bowie, for being my true life inspiration.
Images: handsomecitizens.com, Hilary Crisan
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