Under pressure pumped through the speakers while shoppers puffed along with their masks in place. They followed the blue arrows and took the small packages of toilet paper from the shelves.
No one interrupted that song with the reminder that we need to practice social distancing and we’re all in this together.
For one of these shoppers, the song meant more than a memory of an artist who left us before our worlds became locked. To this shopper, to me, the song served as a reminder that our minds attract magnetically.
The day before, in answer to a prompt from an employer who’s looking for a writer, I wrote this:
Swirling around somewhere between the beach and a bridge, there are walls wearing wild colors with painted faces. One of them laughed at me on that day when I took a side street and got lost on my way to pick up my daughter from school. David Bowie watched from a wall up above as I took a right then a left turn. I zigzagged through more colors and more faces, but I found myself again–the artist hiding under carpools and too much coffee. The vibrant art, the bizarre characters walking the streets, and the surprising finds make Wynwood’s Design District the best place in Miami to lose yourself then find yourself again.
My eyes watered as I listened to this song, a memory and a reminder.
Here’s to a little Bowie on your mind.
2 thoughts on “A Little Bowie on Your Mind”
Great to meet a fellow fan here! Loved the imagery in your post.
Same to you. Thanks. Forever a fan.