Before I got into Bowie, I had juvenile taste. I couldn't have picked a better performer to get into at that age... I loved his music so much I devoured EVERYthing about him, and with him I learned about the Velvet Underground, Jean Genet, Crowley, and... Jesus, pretty much everything I know can be traced back to that demented beautiful man with mismatched eyes like some cat from Japan.
I knew no matter what I wore I would never look more demented or cool than he did on the Midnight Special singing I Got You Babe with Marianne Faithful in a backless nun habit. Just never. The pressure was off.
Bowie taught me about music, he taught me about the world, he taught me about myself.
I lost a mentor today.