In the northern Shaolin tradition we are assigned to a master to train with and learn from, and although David Bowie was not my master, he taught at the same temple and I attended some (too few) of his classes. His music is broad and his artistry is dense, and he’s intimidating and challenging. We don’t lose a true master very often, and although they might mention his name on the same news pages as trivial celebrities, we know better the weight of who he was and what he gave us. David Bowie was not my master, but I bow low and listen.
Goodnight, David Bowie.
Love,
SJ
