Love letter from Layne Campbell of QEBS.
On the morning of Tuesday 12 January I was scheduled for surgery, so it was already a bad day. On the way to the hospital I listened to ‘Heroes’, my favourite Bowie of all time, over and over, volume maxed. He’d died two days earlier and it still hurt. As he was for so many, Bowie was emblematic of a certain time in my life, of certain people and places and events, and when Bowie was at the height of his powers I think I was too. So his passing brought a melancholy, an introspection that the prospect of surgery only made keener.