Wow. I can't quite believe it. My sister rang me up to tell me and it just bounced off me in a way, not quite sinking in. The man was a legend and is a legend and his legacy is one of most diverse, interesting and influential back catalogues in the history of music.
Growing up I kind of had a mild dislike of Bowie; Let's Dance and China Girl were records I actively despised. From that, I didn't have any kind of interest in him or his music. The first tentative steps towards devouring his back catalogue were made when he teamed up with the Pet Shop Boys who remixed Hallo Spaceboy for a single release. It was a corking, electronic record, right up my street, and became a favourite of mine in 1996.
Still, I never quite moved beyond a passing interest in his music. That is, until Bowie released Heathen in 2002. It's a good record, one that liberally excavates from his early 70s work, but nothing that special in the context of his larger back catalogue. But, it's important in that it set me off on a furious expedition retrieving album after album during the summer of 2002. Each week I'd peruse the racks of the myriad of discounted CD's trying to decide which album I'd buy next. My collection started with the most obvious choices - Ziggy Stardust, Hunky Dory and Space Oddity. The "Eno trilogy" felt somewhat esoteric and impenetrable; it would be a year or so later before I managed to mine those particular nuggets and find diamond after diamond; Red Sails, Always Crashing in the Same Car and Joe The Lion are amongst my favourite Bowie tracks. But, such was the task of devouring a massive album collection, they were lost to me for a long time. They became my favourite albums, but somewhat embarrassingly my first response was "ughh....no!"
For me the summer of 2002 is defined by my discovery of Bowie and his immense collection of songs. Listening to tracks like Life on Mars for the first time and literally feeling my heart pound and just having my breath taken away by the sheer euphoria and theatricality of it all. Hearing The Thin White Duke and being taken on a ten minute journey, with a huge beaming smile, because, my God, what a bloody great song that is. Yet, at the same time, I'd only just scratched the surface.
I envy anyone who has yet to dip their toes in, because to be at the start of that particular journey again, well, what a gift that would be. So, thank you David Bowie, thanks for a fucking incredible collection of records.