September 12, 2017

I’ve been a David Bowie fan since about age 13 when with partially shaved head and purple died hair I took on the name Ziggy and went halves on the album with my best friend. I was recently reminded of his genius during a performance of Starman by Sven Ratzke at the Taranaki Arts Festival - the songs arranged and unwrapped from different parcels, the gift still exquisite. But what really got me during this show was that Bowie now exists as a different kind of star. Always other worldly, but I have to place him soley/souly there - no longer living on this earth.

High Country Weather - James K. Baxter.

Alone we are born
And die alone
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.