R.I.P. David Bowie.
Bedankt voor alle taboe doorbraken, muziek en films.
Voor eeuwig een held.

Martha.

Finally the logical way. Yesterday you died, my greatest hero. Your work played an important role in the- so called- psychotic episodes in my live. During those periods of disintegration I desperately tried to get into touch in the most clumsiest ways. I wrote for instance letters that I stamped with pieces of orange peel. One of them returned. None of these messages probably reached you. I never took the most logical step of going to a concert of you to see you live ( from a distance). And I had good reasons for that. David Bowie was part of my madness. My family would have worried if I had gone. I was oppressed. The best opportunity to see you live was at the Serious Moonlight Tour in 1982. At that time my face was already a mess, and I was ashamed of myself. But I really longed to go there. The problem was that I believed I was denied existence. I simply had no voice to express the things I wanted, or was longing for, dreamed about. Someone should have helped, but this friend did not work. So I missed the chance. We never met, not in this live. This really makes me sad. I wrote this same message on Facebook and asked my friends to share it, in an insane, clumsy last effort to get into touch, my way. But I'm not insane anymore, so here the official way. If not to you mister Davy Jones, than at least a message to your beloved ones. You have always been my starman, and I'll never let you down. Rest in peace. Hope you meet my mum in heaven and with a lot of love that never came through. Yours sincerely, Miss Annemarie Kroet.

r.i.p.

Hero forever!

Great hero is heengegaan, geen vanavond geen grondcontrole, geen dansen in de straat niets meer David Bowie danst op zijn rode schoenen daar boven rust zacht bedankt voor je geweldig muziek

Hij kleurde alles

onaantastbaar, de strijd

tegen het kleurloze bederf



op de ladders van creativiteit,

altijd in een vernieuwende gelid,

bleekte hij de grauwste



sluiers weg in zijn geaarde

onderkomen, nam ons mee

in het slag en vuurwerk

van zijn wisselende dromen,



in de creatie van z’n Odyssee

ongeëvenaards de caleidoscoop

in zijn shuttle van onvoorspelbaarheid,



om in zijn eigen baan te blijven zij

aan zij zweefde hij glorieus langs

werelds bevooroordeelde normen,



geleefd in op alle planeten die er bestonden

wist daar iedereen daarmee te verrassen

hij voedde ons met niet ontdekte vormen.



Bedankt David

Onbegrijpelijk. De wereld heeft weer een geweldige zanger verloren.
Zijn hit tonight met Tina Turner is mijn beste herinnering.
Rust zacht en de familie heel veel kracht en sterkte gewenst.

It's reality...Ashes to ashes...you, the prettiest star...
The stars are out tonight,
But for me the stars look very different today.
Now there's a black star.
My hero passed away...hope you feel free.
R.I.P. David bowie
My condoleances to Iman and his children.
Love always from a huge fan

This is ground control to Major Tom
I'm absolutely gonna miss you.

Big hug
Gert-Jan

Goodbye david.