So I guess we're all reeling from the death of David Bowie (I know I am) and all trying to make sense of it in whichever way we can. It seems strange that someone who I never met or never knew could pass away and leave such a deep feeling of grief. I suppose that's the profound nature of good art and artists.

I think I feel particularly sad because I have so many memories associated with Bowie - listening intently to his albums, dancing with friends, being addicted to Labyrinth as a child, taking the piss out of his voice a la Stella Street, his introductory sequence on the Snowman. So it's almost like a source of joy has been snatched away. I still have all the albums and films etc so I can put those on but I still feel the loss of him existing somewhere in the world, which is odd. Is it maybe just all those associations feel untethered now? Or that no future memories can be built around it?

I'm interested to hear what everyone thinks drives that feeling of grief when someone unknown dies (I can recall my mu being really upset when Diana died in the 90's). I know there are several other threads about the man himself and his work, but I'm more interested here in exploring the experience of grief left by unknown famous entities. This could also apply to Winehouse, Cobain, Lemmy etc.

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