Alan Rickman, birthday, Charles Lewis III, Christopher Nolan, David Bowie, death, heteronormative gender roles, Impact Theatre, In For a Penny, Jesus Christ, Labyrinth, Martin Scorsese, Morrissey, mortality, musical theatre, Nikola Tesla, Nikos Kazantzakis, Pontius Pilate, San Francisco Theater Pub, SF Theater Pub, Soul Train, SpongeBob SquarePants, The Last Temptation of Christ, The Prestige, Willem Dafoe
In which I take a moment to remember David Bowie, a uniquely theatrical man with whom I shared a birthday.
Charles Lewis on Bowie.
“It’s only forever. Not long at all.”
– David Bowie, “Underground”
It was about this time last year that I wrote an entry about how much I don’t like my birthday. It isn’t for the sake of being dour, nor is it a day when I walk around full of self-pity (self-deprecation, maybe), I just don’t see the big deal of causing a fuss over my waking up another day. I’ll gladly celebrate the birthdays of others because I love when my friends are happy, but I never mention to them when mine comes up.
It’s only rarely that I let the day bog me down with thoughts of mortality – not even I am that morbid. But this past weekend, I found myself unable to escape those thoughts. It was this past weekend that someone with whom I share…
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