Bowie
14th August 1987 Cherie and I went to see Bowie for the first time. I'd fallen in love with Bowie in Labyrinth, and listened to Don't let me down for the first time on the trip down to Portland as Cherie had bought the album. I'm the kind of person who doesn't normally enjoy a concert unless I know the lyrics to every song. But that show changed my life. Time, Heroes. so many moments. Duran Duran opened and they were shit. Bowie was the first person I knew who was bisexual. Angie the second. Reading her biography was such a daring thing to do. These beautiful and scary people who helped me understand that even in the depths of a tiny village in England there was glamour and queers and the idea that you were not alone. I honestly don't know how I would have survived without Bowie as a teenager. His music was the lyrics that understood everything. Now with Lazarus he gives us the lyrics to cope with his death. How very Bowie. I just can't cope with the idea that he's not out there in the world. He was a confused mess, and did way too many drugs, and a genius, and gorgeous, and funny and offered a whole new way of looking at the world. So many friendships I have because of him. Such a huge influence. I suppose it's no wonder I can't stop crying.