Back in the day before I caught the philosophy virus, music was my thing. Among the many inspiring figures in the world of rock circa 1972, none was more important to me than David Bowie. Coming out of the disappointments of the 1960’s, his strange mix of otherworldliness, glamor, and pansexuality seemed to embody the idea that a new world was possible through new forms of pleasure. I suppose I still think that.

The changeling went through many iterations in his career but for me he will always remain Ziggy Stardust heading up the Spiders from Mars.

He really was The Nazz.