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"He just returned to Mars"
On the network they mourn according to the legendary David Bowie
It is impossible to believe, but this is so - David Bowie died, a legendary musician who seemed to be and will always be with us. Generations managed to grow up and live life with his music, recently released his new album, and it seemed that he would have struck the audience for a long time with his metamorphoses.
The Bowie family placed a farewell post on his Facebook page, which reports that he had been fighting cancer for a year and a half and died quietly, in a circle of home.
Many today write about how unexpected this death was - and that it looks like a return to the planet, from where Bowie descended for a short time to us.
Bowie did not die, he just flew back to Mars
- Nicotinka with eyebrows (@yoghikitt) January 11, 2016Just a few hours after his death, about 2.3 million tweets dedicated to David Bowie were written.
Bowie on TwitterCh-ch-changes yours your Shame .. So he seemed eternal. When I began to listen to him in 1973, it was already a very ancient musician, and the disk about the human world was already washed down to cod.
Yes, yes - he was somehow forever. Apparently, he remained, only in a new way.
Well, from whom I did not expect.
They say that David Bowie died. But I believe that alien relatives took him. In the case of Bowie, it cannot be otherwise.
Rip
Rip, David!
Just yesterday I thought whether he would remove the clip at his funeral and here.
Or maybe it will take it off. Dude, frankly, not without surprises.
So the star man flew away, that's it.
David Bowie died. Major Tom remained in orbit pic.twitter.com/9f3fwheubh
- Catonauts (@meownauts) January 11, 2016 here Bowie died a ** lives
And it would be better if the other way around
I am pathologically afraid of the expression "most beloved." I cannot name my favorite book or the most favorite movie. But Bowie was definitely one of the most important. Because he has always been.
You grow, fall in love, study, start working, parting, moving from city to city, traveling, falling in love again, suffering, rejoice, achieve some success. And he just eats.
I remember we once talked with my friend and he said that he was afraid not to have time to visit Bowie’s concert. I told him that he was a fool. Because how can you not have time? I was sure that I would have time. Just because I could not assume that I am, but it is not. The last three days (probably because of the new album) I listened to him and listened. And I thought about how strange life was arranged. How do you become close to a person who does not even know that you exist.
It seems that in the novel of the writer Jonathan COU "Rakaliy Club" there is such a moment. The boy is friends with the girl. She is older than him. And generally terribly cool. More than anything, this girl loves the Nirvana group and Kurt Cobain. And the boy loves this girl more than anything else. He dreams of taking her on a date outside the city. And so she finally agrees. They go along the platform and suddenly his gaze falls on the newspaper tray. And he sees on all the first lanes the news that Kurt died. And he understands that this is the end. The end of their date. He is still trying to save something, drag her on the train. A couple of stops are happy. But then, of course, someone appears who holds this damn newspaper with this first strip.
In general, today I would dream that Facebook would not be.
I admit honestly, not when I was a fan of Bowie. Not mine. For me, he was too cold and removed, but I prefer an exalted, perhaps even somewhat theatrical emotionality. But not to admit that this is a block, a talent, it is impossible. It was in that I really love - faces are not a general expression. He was the only one, and he was always different. Cold as space, and as beautiful and unpredictable.
People share memories of concerts and films, favorite photos, clips and songs.
Thank you, David, you made our life more beautiful. Let your next rebirth be light and happy.
I recall how my parents were upset in my early childhood (they were like me now), when the actors and singers of their youth died. I could not understand what special difference is for them?
And now, if I had children, I do not know how I would explain this feeling of lightiness.
Probably just put Ziggy Stardust
I communicate with different people. With different opinions, different style. I can afford such a pleasure.
Now I remembered that for several years my neighbor in the house was Sasha Showa, a singer in the pop duet "NOT A couple". Once we talked about Bowie.
“Here, sings past the notes, but charisma,” Sasha said sadly.
And Sasha trained with Belen (if anyone knows who it is) on the back of the vocals. Very seriously approached the notes.
and Bowie "spit" on the notes wanted
In 2003, I was the only time in my life at his concert, in Berlin. He played three and a half hours. I remember that during the performance of "Hallo Spaceboy" he had a microphone. The density of sound (first of all, the bass Gail Anne Dorsy) was such that the song did not sank for a moment. It was somehow very quickly threw a spare microphone, everything continued. Three and a half hours with all the required numbers. In the hall, people fell off their feet from fatigue and happiness. In Berlin. My T -shirt is still alive.
Rest in the world.
At 17-18 years old, and maybe even at 16-17 I saw a "maze" in St. Petersburg in the House of Cinema. Therefore, Bowie began for me just like that. <...> Then there was already "hunger", music, but Bowie was always beautiful and unearthly, I poorly remember events, people, myself. But of course I will always remember you
Damn, Grigory Punanov, it seems that you and I went to his concert somewhere in the Kremlin Palace of Congresses at 17? The hall sat in the grave silence. It was as if they were typed by the KGB officers in civilian clothes. And no one was dancing except us
The strange Kremlin concert of Bowie in 1996, where continuous "VIP-persons" were sitting in the stalls, was remembered by many:
Of course, Bowie brought a very complex program <...>. Of course, he very vaguely understood who would come to his concert. Well, and, of course, everything turned out exactly as it should have turned out in such a case. At the appointed time, men in red jackets and women in furs took place in the stalls. They knew about who they were in force thanks to the Modern Love video, which was spinning on the 2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -year advertising channel, and the most advanced people heard China Girl. Many came simply because it was prestigious and important to go to branded artists in those years. Citizens drank cognac in a buffet, bit with sandwiches with fish and prepared to listen to the “dear” music-a la Tina Turner, Rod Stuart, Hulio Iglesias and others. About who will go on stage, 1000 of them were aware of the power of 1000 of them ..
We, according to accreditation, were located on the balcony, on the gallery itself. Here were those who came to Bowie, clearly understanding who he was. Next to me are students, a pleasant look of party -minded people and disabled people. Those who were able to pay at least some money for at least to see David Bowie from somewhere.
The first 20 minutes of the Parter kept smoothly, believing that in the culture, as in business, sometimes a hurry was not needed, and all this tedious electronic darkness would soon turn into pleasant melodies and rhythms of a foreign stage, for which they were dressed up and painted. But this, to the great surprise of the "stalls" did not happen. By the way, Bowie himself was no less surprised by the moment!
Not a single country in the world, people have reacted so strange to his show. The audience in the stalls sat without a visible reaction, did not dance (this was not accepted in such halls), did not press her hands, and, in general, obviously not very happy about freshly remote musical innovation. And many even, taking under the mouse the galangter brought with her in furs, went to cognac and sandwiches.
But our gallery behaved as it should! The balcony howled, roared, shook, walked with a shake and it seemed about to collapse. A disabled guy sitting in front of me, sang along almost every line, and the wand wrote him in the air with a speed with the frequency of a strobe on the stage. We dodged, but it never occurred to anyone to pacify the guy.
Those who need!
They say that after the concert, Bowie cried in the dressing room and promised never to come to Russia again. I don’t know whether it is true or not, but it doesn’t matter. It is much more important that one day he still came that those who needed to see him once.
Before that, Bowie was in Russia, or rather - in the USSR, twice, in the 1970s. Photos from these trips seem staged - this man looks so alien against the backdrop of Red Square, distrustful Soviet persons and propaganda posters.
Bowie and Lenin in Moscow Pic.twitter.com/d7hpf8ugc8
- Peter Verzilov (@gruppa_voina) January 11, 2016 Historical photo of the memory of the great musician: IGGI POP and David Bowie on Red Square Pic.twitter.com/nazx0tzye
- Zaporlit (@comradzampolit) January 11, 2016
One of the largest collections of these photographs, along with quotes from letters from Bowie ( part 1 , part 2 ), published in 2014 Vitaly Dubikvit :
But the memoirs of the journalist of the American Agency of UPI Robert Musel, who, at the request of David Bowie’s wife, accompanied the musician on his trip to Trans -Siberia
... And then a new passenger appeared on the platform (railway station in Khabarovsk), from which passers -by stopped, as they were dug. I note that he made such a reaction at all 90 stops of the train along the way to Moscow. He was tall, built, young and predatory beautiful. His hair was painted red, and his face was deadly pale. He wore boots on the platform and was dressed in a bright shirt with a metal thread gleaming from under a blue cloak. There was a guitar in his hand.
Bowie embodied the quality that in the Soviet Union ruthlessly pursued and eradicated - originality.
To understand the difference between the USSR (Russia) and the West, it is enough to look at Kobzon, Leshchenko and Bowie, Jagger. Scoop in everything. Narodic artists of the CPSU
- Revolutionary thoughts (@vvp2_0) January 11, 2016
In pop music, it seems, there is no more taboo topic than old age, but there was no taboo for Bowie. In the last album, he did what no one else would have coped with - he turned his own aging into an aesthetic gesture. His last Blackstar album, which he released on January 8, on his 69th birthday, is now impossible to listen to goosebumps without goosebumps. The last video released on one of the songs of this album is called Lazarus - "Lazarus".
The clip is very powerful. Especially now - when you know that he was published on January 8, and on January 11, David Bowie left forever. The final scene with entering the cabinet - all according to Lynch.
Bowie’s new album and his terrible videos now look completely different.
Having released at the very beginning of the new year, on his birthday, an amazing new album (with a song about the resurrection of Lazarus!), Two days later David Bowie went into another world.
I envy another world. What kind of songs they have there! .. Not like we have.
I remember some old interview, where Bowie said something like this: “I jumped out in time with the role of Ziggi, because the rock images are not very tenacious at all, and if you get attached to them, they stop perceiving you seriously. Ziggy would be enough for a maximum of two albums. I didn’t want anything else on his behalf or to write for him. ”
It seems to be an obvious thought, but I was struck by-against the background of a heap of beautiful but tied to themselves-young rock groups. Few people know how to remain co-time. Feel and use as an instrument not only “your” time, but that which is now. Change. Throw the skin without tied to it. Real rock, like everything is truly alive, should not stick in one gulf for forty years, although this will probably be called “fidelity to yourself” later. When Blackstar came out, I told Mita: he even uses old age as a tool.
This is the coolest for me in Bowie. Cooler than his music. You can’t say that he is a “star of the seventies” or there is a “phenomenon of the eighties”. He is my contemporary as a contemporary of my mother, who loved him very much. The ideal Time Traveller, which is in any era. And I so wanted to see what he would do at 90 years old.
It is terribly sorry.
Otherwise, not only Bowie’s last album sounded, but also his statements, quoted in a selection from Esquire magazine:
Vinegreta Humbly
“With age, you understand that almost all banality, cliches and common opinions are true. Time is really faster with every year lived. Life is really very short - as they warn from the very beginning. And, it seems, there is a god really. Because all the other allegations are true, why shouldn't I believe this?”
Even he did it beautifully.
Artemy Troitsky in an interview with Eho Moscow explains what the greatness of David Bowie is:
I want to say that when some famous people, artists, public figures, and so on, are dying, it immediately begins to arise with some snowy compliments and they say that the loss is irreparable and how great it was and so on. As a rule, this is all some exaggeration. Now, when Bowie died, I believe that any words of grief, comfort, words about loss, and so on - it will be a deceitfulness, because Bowie was really fantastically great, absolutely unique. Surely there will be people who will say that no one at all had such a powerful influence on world pop culture as David Bowie. I would say that maybe no one had such a powerful influence on world pop culture, in addition to the Beatles, like David Bowie. I think that this will be quite fair, and here no one will be offended.
David Bowie was the uniqueness of the fact that it was an artist-researcher, it was, in fact, an alien, a Martian who constantly discovered some new worlds that saw new colors that promoted and not only music, but, in fact, and this whole modern rebellious youth culture forward. Perhaps the second such a character simply was not. That is, none of the living people did so much to expand the space of mass culture as David Bowie did.
I agree with this assessment music critic Artem Rondarev :
Over time, I think it will become clear (many are understandable for a long time) that it is not the Beatles, not The Rolling Stones, namely Bowie was the main value in pop music-that music that is called rock in our nomenclature to distinguish it from club products, hip-hop and all that is negligent “pop”.
Bowie created a very important thing: he made the concept of identity to his listener. At first, in the early 70s, British adolescents and young people, and after all the rest, is that social norms and expectations do not necessarily determine a person that a person can slip away from the close framework of traditional behavioral models, a social stratum, in which a person was born, and become a genuine creator of his image, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy, his vital strategy your private meaning.
About Bowie as an artist writes on Kolta Kirill Kobrin :
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.
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.
Yuri Saprykin published on the " elephant " the text about another unique quality of Bowie - less, possibly noticeable, but no less important:
Standard formulations that come to the aid of the compiler of the necrologists are hardly glued to today's event: well, “death revealed the scale of personality” or “the era leaves”. The scale of the personality is understandable without this, and the last twenty years have not added anything to this understanding; The era left for a long time-once in David Bowie it was customary to see the embodiment of the spirit of our time, where the style prevails over the essence, but looking from today, where the place of essence and style took an endless stream of statuses and photos, it becomes clear that the main passion for changing clothes was not the main thing in it, but an invisible substance, a rod, which gave all these masks; For simplicity, let's call it - dignity.
Bowie was a hero, an icon, a star of such a scale and in such eras that it is impossible to imagine now, his status in the 70s allowed him to use any benefits on Earth and allow himself any unthinkable eccentricities-and he certainly used them and allowed them to himself; But in the rock chronicles there are no certificates of Bowie, which has lowered, thoroughly, has lost control; Where his closest colleagues-colleagues jump on stage with a goat in an indecent form, Bowie goes out in an impeccably wealthy jacket.
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Возможно, сегодня это прозвучит не слишком уместно, но эта совместно переживаемая скорбь – лучший аргумент против распространенных в последнее время попыток свести культуру к биологии, рассуждений о том, что взрослый белый автор ничего не способен дать юной лесбиянке латиноамериканских кровей, а для русского человека в конечном счете всегда будут роднее березки, пацанчики со двора да группа «Крематорий»: Боуи как будто сознательно убегал за рамки национальности, традиции, гендера, чтобы добраться до того несводимого ни к чему остатка, который всегда будет шире наших временных представлений о самих себе – для простоты назовем это красотой.
И эта красота останется с нами навсегда.
Боуи - один из самых главных людей 20 века.
— Петр Верзилов (@gruppa_voina) January 11, 2016Друзья, сегодня не стало Дэвида Боуи. Кто хотел бы принести цветы и свечи: сегодня вечером можно придти к посольству и консульству Британии, в Москве и Санкт-Петербурге, соответственно.
расшарьте, плиз.
Moscow:
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Alya Ponomareva
Social Networks Editor Radio Liberty