Last week I saw a meme. A grown up Jennifer Connelly standing with the Goblin King behind her, his hand resting upon her slim neck. Return of the Goblin King - visual wishful thinking for the Generation Xers. I did a quick search, hoping against hope that it wasn't a hoax, only to find myself disappointed.
Bowie's extensive personae provided enough visual stimuli to give people a smorgasbord of fashion and musical style.
From decade to decade, sometimes from year to year - he redefined his sound and his look: glam rock, plastic soul, rock & roll, industrial, experimental. I didn't realize he had actual pipes until he did a cover of Nature Boy for the Moulin Rouge soundtrack - I had to look that up too. Who was this man with power and vibrato killing the tune? The Bowie I knew spat words out - rapid fire - held no notes, spoke/sung his way through songs.
I don't know another actor/singer who has imprinted so completely upon me. I can as easily picture him as Ziggy Stardust singing The Jean Jeanie,
as I can visualize him 'dancing' with La La La Human Steps,
or morphing into Tesla in The Prestige.
I shall miss the Thin White Duke terribly. I was waiting for my teenage daughter to appreciate him on her own - that process will now be jump-started. A crash course in Bowie - she can pick and choose which persona to love most - if I know my kid, 80s Bowie will be her in, but 70s Bowie is going to steal her soul.