In case there was somebody who missed it, David Bowie died the classiest of deaths – he celebrated his birthday, released an album, and quietly left us – at least, left those of us who were already chewing on his lyrics – without a hint of his condition.
On his 69th birthday, David Bowie released his 27th studio album (or 25th if you choose to leave out Labyrinth – a silly mistake – and Tin Machine), Blackstar, which is without a doubt an album filled with poignant lyrics – for those who care to dig into them. (more…)