Sunday, January 8, 2017
Born Seventy Years Ago Today
Bowie born 70 years ago today, died a year ago day after tomorrow. ▲'s my favorite Bowie songs, one of the five most air-guitared songs (me as Bowie & Fripp). Here is the 60+ song post as RIP last year.
Forgive me, I've been programmed to sanctimoniously over-mourn the passed expiration date of everything I can't - and never could, so fuck me - control.
There's a guy with a birthday in a week or so, I did at least two deathdays for him, and I death day Lennon since that was all about me, but, going forward, as the deaths rack-up, just going to do one deathday for each head off my totems.
This is new:
Labels: Autoblogography, Birthdays, Bowie, Brazen Blogwhoring and Attention Sluttery, Dead Blegsylvania, Fuck Me, Fuck This, High Egoslavian Holy Day, MSADI5G, Music, My Complicity, My Inability to Shut the Fuck Up