Mon Pellier: Wild is the Wind

I don't care about terrorism, antisemitism, sexual agressions today, and I didn't yesterday either.

I don't care about the 388th birthday of Charles Perrault.

Why did this happen, why did he leave?

David Jones, of course.

He was the one I needed. I had his songs under my skin, his look and smile in my eyes. He had touched me at heart, so many times, in so many ways, made me dance, fly, travel, endure tooth extraction, introduced me to vampire stories and great directors, he haunted me as Twin Peaks. He brought me consolation often. Rock'n Roll Suicide, you're not alone, and I was not alone. He brought me through darkness sometimes. But I felt tremendously alive from all those emotions he provided, and no, no, not alone. Except with those late emotions. Lazarrus Wake up, black star swallow me. What next? This new avatar, Bowie singing from heaven, was not at all what I waited for.

It was the second time I cried over someone I didn't know personnally.

First time, it was Serge Gainsbourg. The man who wrote "Beau ou comme Bowie", and better.

I was a kid. I had taught me a lot, too, and instilled poetry and emotions in my world.

I cried a bit and spent one day listening to him.

It is so much worse now. How many more years did I live "with" Bowie?

I didn't like as much his last albums but they were there, with precious moments, his creativeness was never ending.

His voice wasn't as good, but he still communicated all he wanted to.

His eyes were bright, he was elegant as always, vulnerable, but he had always used vulnerability too.

It was so important for me to know, as I thought I knew, that he was well.

Never let me down, we sang...

I've been crying rivers but spent hours, since the bad new of his death came to my ear, in beauty, far from the daily news of terrorist killings, amongst the stars with Major Tom, or somewhere between here and there. Don't go far, handsome.
I saw him in Summer 2004 in the Arènes de Nîmes, amongst 12000 privilegied (a good part of us finished the night on the stairs of the train station, he gave a great long concert...).