Remembering David Bowie in the seventies

If you’re ever sad remember the world is 4543 billion years old, and you were lucky enough to live at the same time as David Bowie

By Steve Newton

Talk about a shocker.

Got up at the usual 7 this morning, realized there was no instant coffee–and no wife awake to make me a latte–so went straight to the cell phone.

Saw a tweet about a new concert announcement that needed blogging, so headed over to the computer, clicked on the home page, and couldn’t believe my freakin’ eyes:

David Bowie dead at age 69 after cancer battle read the headline.

No way.

It can’t be.

I didn’t even know he was ill.

Now it’s over 12 hours later, and I still find it hard to comprehend the music world without David Bowie, the Thin White Duke.

Or as I like to remember him best: Ziggy Stardust.

I vividly recall the first time I experienced Bowie. The day before my 16th birthday–on April 13, 1973–he released Aladdin Sane, and a few days later my…

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