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David Bowie is dead and I just feel kind of blank about it. I feel like maybe I should be grieving, but I can't bring myself to it. (Not a condemnation of those who are, of course. You have my condolences and understanding.)

It could be because I'd already made my peace with the fact that he wouldn't be around much longer right about the time he went in for heart surgery. After that he sunk into a kind of isolation that rendered him as distant as someone already dead. Then he surprised me with The Next Day (a great album, by the way) and my hope for another tour rose up and then fell again. Blackstar came out (still have to get that one) and I got my hopes up once more (to a lesser extent) and then two days later it all went down.

I still have the memories of seeing him play live (especially the Sound + Vision tour, which was one of the most amazing shows I've ever seen in my life) and I still have all the albums I own. Those things aren't going away. So what have I lost exactly? The possibility of new music from him? I still haven't gotten around to hearing all the stuff he already recorded, and that may take a while. And the old stuff holds up so well I can listen to it over and over again and not get sick of it.

He had an amazing life and he ended it well. Considering how many different lives he led in the course of his 69 years, maybe he just ran out of regenerations.

Today I took pleasure in forty-five minutes of solid Bowie played on WREK.

Today I learned how many pages worth of psychiatrists who take my insurance are within ten miles of me. (Nine, in case you wondered.)