David Bowie was the man who introduced me to the idea of being a Starman!
I remember my dad singing the chorus of the aforementioned song to me over and over again throughout my childhood and just finding the whole idea of it absolutely fascinating!
Anyone who knows me can tell you that I am a space lover. Whether it’s Buzz Lightyear, Doctor Who, Arthur Dent or the Killers track that I spent hours of my teenage years analysing over and over, there’s always been a Spaceman in my life. But, ever since I can remember spacemen and planets and everything to do with them have meant a lot more to me than just something I like.
For my 13th birthday I received what can only be described as a giant telescope- the first time I recognised a constellation I was thrilled- it was the plough and the inspiration for my last ever school art project. Being a Londoner and living in the smog of a lit up city it’s hard to see much other than the moon, but I used to stare at it up close and sketch out what I’d seen, loving the blurry edge where there was more hidden away in the blackness of space- it symbolises so much when you look at it metaphorically.
When I think about space too much the potential infinity of it terrifies me but I love it none the less. I guess growing up space was a place where nothing was normal and anything could happen. I would come home from school on a Friday afternoon feeling depressed and unwanted and then at 7pm Saturday evening everything that worried or upset me would disappear for 45 minutes as I sat watching Doctor Who.
In my mid teens I added The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars to my iPod. I used to play Starman on repeat to and from school as a way of escaping everything I was going through.
In a way I felt as though I was a Starman- never quite belonging where I was, scared that if I showed my true and full self to the world I’d blow their minds.
Of course Bowie made much more than just one song and it’s very often that I’ll hear one on the radio, not realising that it’s him, and get that fuzzy feeling you have when you’re reminded of something you love.
I am a second generation Bowie fan and like so many others out there he’s more than just an artist- he opened up my eyes to a whole new world and in so many ways helped me survive the tough times and discover who I am.
When my mum woke me up today with the words ‘I guess you haven’t heard about Bowie’ I was shocked and in a way heartbroken- I didn’t realise how much I loved him- he was in so many ways the kind of creative that I want to be, unafraid of standing out from the crowd and simply being who he was.
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