Whisky Magazine Issue 136
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Raising a dram in tribute to the Royal Highness of pop
I want to live life to the ultimate high,
Maybe I'll die young like heroes die,
Maybe I'll kiss you some wild special way,
If nobody kills me or thrills me soon,
I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon.
Prince Under The Cherry Moon, 1986
A difficult start to the year, is it not? When the world said bon voyage to David Bowie on 10 January, the huge public outpouring of sadness all over the world hit hard, leaving fans of his artistry gasping for breath. Here was a man who, chameleon-like, had maintained a level of artistic integrity and credibility for almost every second of his 50 plus years as a performer, songwriter and
I felt this particularly, living in Beckenham, on the borders of South London where Bowie also lived for a number of years. His story about coming up with the main vocal melody to Life On Mars on a No. 54 bus from Beckenham High Street to Lewisham demonstrated how human he was, but also ironically, just how utterly detached his acute observations of the human race were. I quietly raised a glass of something suitably in keeping with Bowie's personality on the night of his passing – with layers of evolving complexity in every mouthful, whispered a few words in his honour and played Hunky Dory, shedding a tear at the loss of a genuine great, who had been a true inspiration to me.
Today, I find it hard to believe that I am now sitting here, glass in hand again, about to select another dram, marking the untimely passing of yet ...