Dear David Bowie

Dear David Bowie,

I’m sorry I thought “The Man Who Sold The World” was a Nirvana song. I’m sorry for unfairly glorifying Nirvana for all these years and leaving you in the corner covered with spider web and dust. I know now Nirvana stole your song, I know now this is your song and you should get all the credit for it. I will start a campaign to support your right against Nirvana; I will start putting posters everywhere in London to clarify this song ownership catastrophe. Justice must be done. In my defense though, please consider that I knew “Let’s Dance” was your song. This should reduce my sentence  if you ever wanted to punish me for my ignorance.The reduction of a sentence to a less harsh punishment is also called mitigated sentence. I did not use this word in the first place because it sounded too difficult to understand. And some people do not know legal terminology.

Dear David Bowie, please forgive me for completely ignoring your existence. The problem is that I was never into Pop music. My background is grunge, metal and new metal. I know bands like Tool, Soundgarden and Korn. And also Marilyn Manson. And please don’t think I am a bad person because I like Marilyn Manson. Although he looks scary he is a very nice guy. I know this because I saw him on a talk show and he said nice things  and he seemed friendly. And whilst the audience was attacking him he kept the control and never got angry. I have concluded that Marilyn Manson is a peaceful person. All his make up is just part of the show, a creative expression, just like you did with Ziggy Stardust. I think his message is that the appearance can’t tell the real nature of the person. Therefore  not all the beautiful people are also nice or the scary people are bad. There is in fact a song by Marilyn Manson called the Beautiful People. The lyrics might have this message, or maybe not.

I saw a documentary about your life. I was totally impressed. Finally an interesting life, not the usual rock star that falls into drugs and dies, end of story. You were different. You did many things: music, fashion, acting, paintings, hairdressing. You were an icon and everybody wanted to copy you and your hairstyle. I love how you changed all the time. This is were I felt the big connection, I also like doing different things. I get bored if I do the same thing all the time. People tell me off, they say I should concentrate on one thing but I don’t listen to them. They are boring. When you are driven by creativity you want to explore. And you did. You lived your life for art until the very end releasing your last album just two days before you died. I’m speechless. The video Blackstar is so weird it made me cry tears of happiness. I only realized now how cool you are. In fact you are so cool I can’t even talk about you because you are too cool.

Please accept this letter as my After Death David Bowie Fan Declaration (A.D.D.B.F.D.)   I know I am tremendously late but please give me a chance. Please. Never too late to appreciate something… but actually late to see you live. This is because you are dead.

P.S. Not only I know the song “Let’s Dance” but I also know the video of “Let’s Dance”. That again might reduce/mitigate further my sentence.







Smells like David Bowie


I will try to recall that terrible moment I collapsed into pieces.

I was having a cup of coffee with my friend Anna Rosenkraz. I did not see her for a while so we were having a nice chat, as we say, we were catching up, although the ketch up was finished. Suddenly on the radio one of my favorite Nirvana songs: “The Man Who Sold The World”. I could not contain my happiness. The adrenaline kicked off, my face turned into a big smile and everything was beautiful. Huge sunflowers everywhere, the sun was shining and all the birds were singing alleluia. I then jumped on my unicorn and off we went up in the sky, flying through the clouds and over the rainbow. We were happy. Nirvana was on.

Suddenly though the whole magical scenario collapsed. The lyrics started and were strange. Nirvana did not sound quite like Nirvana. A terrible doubt started to grow on me. Nevertheless, I tried to ignore this moment of uncertainty. Maybe I was tired, some hearing problems possibly. So I decided to continue the ride with my unicorn and enjoy that Nirvana song. But I couldn’t enjoy the song, that terrible doubt did not go, it was there like a  thorn prick on my neck and it grew bigger and bigger until it became a real fact. Nirvana was not Nirvana. I could not believe it. What was that voice then?

“Bowie, David Bowie”. Anna Rosenkraz replied.

So that song, all I ever believed in,  was just a cover. Nothing but a bloody cover.

Suddenly I fell from the sky smashing into pieces like I was made of glass.

Nothing was ever the same after that.