THE TASTE WAS NOT SO SWEET

Somehow “rest in peace” doesn’t really work for acknowledging the passing of David Bowie. Peace for him was apparently just the privacy and latitude to do his work, his way. And the best thing about Bowie’s exit was the magnificent performance of it, the exquisite execution of his death.

More kudos and proper respect. Our appreciation of his artistry will grow and deepen over time. Thus, he will continue to amaze, amuse, and delight us.

Thank you, David, for stopping by.

I still don't know what I was waiting for

And my time was running wild

A million dead-end streets

And every time I thought I'd got it made

It seemed the taste was not so sweet

So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test