Although I came from Bowie's native land of England and was his contemporary in years, I cannot recall the words of a single song that he sung or penned. But by the accounts of his eulogists he helped change the world.
In his lyrics there was something for everyone: something for the lonely, the brokenhearted, the romantics, the homo-sexuals, the trans-vestites, the vegetarians, the vegans, the rock-a-billies, the classicists, the rebels, the space-travellers, the dreamers, the losers and the winners. His menu included every shade of opinion apart from hope in God and direction on how to get to heaven.
"Heaven's in Here." was about as close as he ever came to giving verse and thought to the great matter of life after death and, if we were to accept his song as a road map, we would be all in deepest trouble.
But now he has gone. The pink hair, the glitter paint, the false eyelashes, the lip stick, the spandex suits;it has all come down to a rouged up corpse in a morgue.
While he was singing his songs of futility and rebellion in England, I, and hundreds like me, were preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ on the streets and beaches and parks in the same towns where his concerts were being held.
WE ARE STILL DOING IT.
The difference in our message was not one of longevity of life here on earth but longevity of life in the next world be that Heaven or be that Hell. The answer to that question lies in the non-too distant future for us all.
Jubilate.
Ian
