Music

This week we lost a musical legend. The news of David Bowie’s death has shocked and saddened his fans. He was my favourite artist, and his music was the soundtrack to my tween and teen years. I was at primary school, all my friends were listening to New Kids on the Block and I couldn’t relate to this music. I felt different, I didn’t fit in and music seemed like another thing that wasn’t for me.

My best friend’s Dad was a Bowie fan, and played me his favourites, I connected with this music instantly. I bought, and wore out his early albums, I fell in love with the man and his music. I found the Glass Spider tour on video and wore out the tapes. I saw him live several times. His creation of characters like Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin sane fascinated me.

This was my first glimpse into the wider world outside my family home, where being different was ok, being different was art. I’m saddened by his death and grateful for his contribution to our lives.

Music is powerful, it can connect, influence and move. It’s accessible to everyone. Over the years following my Bowie obsession I became passionate about music. I explored anger with Nirvana, and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Kate Bush taught me about what it means to be a woman. I loved The Wonder Stuff, The Stone Roses, and Tori Amos.

I discovered drum and bass, and at university choreographed my final piece for my dance degree to Roni Size’s Represent. Mr Purple introduced me to Massive Attack, Orbital, Tom Petty, Peter Gabriel, and more, too many to list. He’s brilliant at finding new music, keeping music alive and current for us.

I have music for my every mood, and situation. Without it life would lose its colour. As a dancer and a wannabe singer it’s my muse, inspiration and love. So today I’m thanking David Bowie for being the catalyst for a lifelong passion. He will be missed.