I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years.
Nothin’s gonna touch you in these golden years.
David Bowie, Golden Years
David Bowie For a Thousand Years
It was croissant Friday, payday, and I was treating myself to the usual croissant. At 7 a.m., upon entering my favourite patisserie, I caught the tail end of Bowie’s song, V2 Schneider. I hadn’t heard it in years: since the wasband decommissioned my turn table in fact. The next song was Golden years and memories came flooding back. My eyes started to tear up thinking about the song. I sang it to junior when he was little. It was the song I listened to it when I felt all my friends had abandoned me. When I listened to it when I felt immortal. Mr. Bowie was on my side. Continue reading