"David Bowie, the infinitely changeable, fiercely forward-looking songwriter who taught generations of musicians about the power of drama, images and personas, died on Sunday, two days after his 69th birthday.
His death was confirmed by his publicist, Steve Martin, on Monday morning. No other details were provided.
Mr. Bowie had been treated for cancer for the last 18 months, according to a statement on his social-media accounts. “David Bowie died peacefully today surrounded by his family,” a post on his Facebook page read." -New York Times
A sad day for music lovers. Bowie was one of a kind: one of the first big stars to blend theater and music, always testing the boundaries, trying things others didn't have the insight or courage to try. Growing up in the eighties, I became aware of Bowie's psychedelic pop-rock in my early teens. Although hugely talented, I always found his music elusive, lulling me in with almost-too-precious pop sounds that quickly evolved into distorted guitar riffs, bluesy rhythms, and outer-space sound effects. On first listen, I found myself latching onto the music and thinking "I know where this is going" only to find out a moment later that I had no idea. Bowie's music didn't just evolve over decades, it evolved with every passing second. Despite his curious songwriting style, Bowie is responsible for some of the most memorable songs of his generation. He had an indescribable talent for melodies and an all too rare understanding that sometimes one note is better than a dozen. Not only that, he was a talented actor as well. My wife and I have always loved Labyrinth, and my children have grown up with that film. Rest in Peace David Bowie.