God died

David Bowie wrote the best pop singing of all times and peoples, “ashes to ashes” , but this is completely unimportant. Bowie is not about the song.

Bowie was a god in the simplest, theological, meaning of this word - he created the world and inhabited him with different creatures, from Major Tom and the alien to the shaking Lazarus. Creatures lived under his favorable supervision, but now he died, and there are two options left. The first - his world will continue without it, like our world after the famous Nitsshevsky. The second - this world ended with the death of God. Unlike Bowie, I do not like Nietzsche and put on the second option. Well, yes, songs and albums, of course, will remain.

David Bowie is a “musician” to about the same extent as Oscar Wilde or Marcel Proust - “fiction”, and Marcel Dyushan or Max Ernst - “painters”. For him, songs, albums, concert tours were tools, tools of strange art, which he himself invented. In this sense, of course, Bowie was a student of the Dadaists, surrealists and especially the company Gi Deborah. He did something all the time, that the public did not always understand-even most often he simply did not understand. But Bowie’s power is such that, even without understanding, listened, looked, and most admired. So, in general, art works, on the tangent. And Bowie was probably one of the main in art of the last hundred years.

At the same time, he was terribly vulnerable to his privileges. Bowie played Rock and Roll, but “Real Rockers” played this music better, more than more. Probably, Motown artists knew a greater sense in Soul and Funka, the early German electronic workers came up with what they came up with, and Bowie with Briano only borrowed. And so to this day, that is, now until Friday, when his last album was released, recorded with free jazz musicians. But all this does not matter, since there is intention, plan, gesture is more important than the content of this gesture. And especially the distance that he knew how to keep. That is why David Bowie was, of course, a great contemporary artist, like a Warhol, about whom he once, forty-five years ago, composed a song, and then played it in the film.

Bowie saw the world he created in all details, immediately, conceptually and strategically. He was ruthless - as God could be ruthless. He forgot about the existence of friends, his own musicians, other collaborators at the very moment when he felt the exhaustion of this stage. And then another began. Many - including very close people - did not forgive him for this, but there is nothing to be done: either you do perfect art, or you are a milaga and just live. It is difficult to call God "Milyaga."

David Bowie was: a folk singer, Major Tom, an alien of Ziggi at the head of the spiders with Mars, a skinny pale duke, a pop singer in a cream suit, a one-eyed pirate, an alien with a sticking hedgehog on his head, an impeccable gentleman, a lasar, who will never resurrect. He composed songs, recorded almost thirty albums, played in several films. Bowie lived in London, Los Angeles, Berlin, New York, he did not fly on airplanes, but he drove twice along the Trans-Siberian Railway on the Soviet train. As an alien, he was not particularly interested in the floor of those with whom he exchanged bodies.

Everyone who lives the world of Bowie has favorite provinces - and their favorite characters. I see the greatness of Bowie’s plan even in its most boring back streets, in tin Tin Machine or in the veinist “Tonight” . The world simply cannot consist only of Paris of the 19th century or Venice XVI, it should have a place for the suburban bromple of the 1950s, where David Jones grew. But the main principle in this world is to be in motion all the time, never stop, “Station to Station” .

The last gesture, one of the most majestic, Bowie did two days before his death. The Blackstar album is strange, terrible, either amazing, or a failure, like everything in the world of Bowie, came out on his birthday. There is a song “Lazarus” , which says: “I've Got Nothing Left To Lose / i'm High it Makes My Brain Whirl / Dropped My Cell Phone Down Below.” In the video to the song, God returns to the same closet from where he came out.

And now we are twisting in our hands an abandoned mobile phone, but there is no one to call.