The Rock God who outlived and outperformed Rock is dead. It breaks my heart that there will be no more music from him, even if he left us a stupendous farewell with blackstar---innovative, haunting, beautiful. Listening to all the music, all the emotion, all the tributes, however, there is a tremendous sense of warmth and indeed freedom in all the bluebird left behind. May you truly be free. Your love song flies over mountains, sails over heartaches, just like the films now. It's absolutely true, as the Pet Shop Boys said, we are all your children.

You know, I’ll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain’t that just like me
Oh I’ll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I’ll be free
Ain’t that just like me



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