Near the top of the pack was David Bowie, someone I'd reserve the word "genius" for. I discovered his music when I was 15 or 16. I heard "Changes" and "Rebel Rebel," just scratching the surface of his discography, and my life was changed. Heck, I even once named a pet goldfish "Ziggy Stardust."
I know everyone says this, but Bowie made it OK to be weird and to be yourself, even to a teenage girl in 2005. He was so cool in his own skin and he transcended musical genres.This day should inspire all the weirdo's out there, to stay weird forever. No compromise. #DavidBowie— Kelly Lee Owens (@KL_Owens) January 11, 2016
It was a shock when I found out he died last night. I spent the first 20 minutes of my day, half asleep and scouring the web, seeing if his death was a hoax. When I realized it wasn't, I instantly started playing his music. It was my small way to say thanks.
That photo is a good depiction of me as a teenager. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom: I'd sit on my bed with my back leaning against the wall, big white headphones on, all while scribbling in my journal or staring up at the vinyl records on my ceiling. And David Bowie inspired me.
I felt cool when I listened to his music, so his music gave an awkward teenage girl some confidence. He inspired some of my bright hair colors. He inspired some of my poetry.
The lyrics, the sounds, the fashion, it all had a profound impact on my life. His creations inspired me to create my own.
Thanks for being one of my heroes, David Bowie.