On Bowie, and what to do in the space between our debuts and finales.
People are weak little things, even those firmly ensconced in the crystalline queen's chamber of spectacle. And so David Bowie, having succumbed to both cancer and death, has definitely been taken down a peg in my estimation. After all, we live in a meritocracy. If he was really as great as I thought he was, he would be alive today. He'd be alive forever.
Jeff Dorchen spends his first week of the post-Bowie era listening to obscurities and reflecting on the pedestrian nature of death, the mediocrity of cancer, meritocracy, rocking chairs, hazy drug history, carbs, karmic effluvium, Bing Crosby's child abuse, the transience of clothespins, spectacle and boundary and awakening and naps.
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Jeff Dorchen
Jeff is a visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, fiction writer, poet, playwright and screenwriter. He's been a playwright, songwriter, and performer with Chicago's Theater Oobleck since 1988, a writer and actor with Red Baron Films since 2000, and a contributor to This Is Hell! since 1996. He currently lives in Los Angeles. He writes the Substack, Right Twice A Day.
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