Monday morning I could not force myself to wake up. Sometimes my bed doesn’t seem so much like a flat surface as a huge, bowl of marshmallow fluff. I can spent hours trying to scrabble up the slippery sides, but I always ended up sliding back down into it’s soft, dark depths. I found myself unintentionally dozing several times, as well as day dreaming about canceling the plans I had made that day. Finally I decided my self-esteem was low enough without losing a battle to a bed, so I dragged myself up despite the protest of every part of my groggy body.
Resentfully, I went to the computer and looked up the information I would need for my quest of the day: I was seeking my sewing machine soul mate. That machine to which all other machine would pale in comparison. I called my mother, who was my partner in the quest, packed up my stuff, and put on my ipod in preparation for a long, tedious journey on public transit. I was still exhausted, still wishing I could reschedule, still longing to return to my soft, still-warm blankets and pillow, when the first few notes of Life on Mars began playing over my headphones. It was startlingly how instantly my mood changed as Bowie started to sing. I felt as refreshed and invigorated as if I’d just taken a cucumber-peppermint shower. While a second ago my head felt full of molasses and cricket chirps, it had now been replaced with sunlight and lemon-scented rain. I instantly felt happy, enthusiastic, and, of course, deeply grateful to David Bowie who has written some of the liveliest, catchiest, most wonderfully bizarre songs I have ever been lucky enough to enjoy.
David Bowie has some really eccentric personality but i like his style of music. he is a good actor too.:;`
when i hear about David Bowie, it reminds me of Vanilla Ice. ,..