Like all of us, I’ve been thinking a lot about David Bowie this week. I didn’t realise how much I loved his music. Fragments of his songs, melodies, his presence and voice have been a constant. The posts, videos, memories of him now make me feel proud and sad and grateful. What he represents is just so inspiring.
But truthfully, I didn’t realise it till this week, that wonderful curiosity and intelligence. And those songs.
This was our Xmas song year. I remember as a kid when it came out. My Dad told me my grandad (another Sam Semple who I never met) was a big Bing Crosby fan.
On my guitar at Xmas, I took great delight in crooning the Bing Crosby bit, to anyone who’d listen, and then really letting rip in an exaggerated way the Bowie counter melody.
Naturally, it all feels impossibly poignant now.