I liked David Bowie but nothing more than that. If I were to have to choose between him and say, Love and Rockets, there was no contest. I LOVED Love and Rockets, theirs was my sound. I never considered how much Bowie had influenced them at that time. Each of his records demonstrated his power. He was the kind of star that shines brighter than most, the type that never leaves you in the dark, quite the opposite.
Bowie was a gambler all his life and he kept the big ace up his sleeve upon the event of his death. That was when I stopped just liking Bowie. When the star went black, the actual Ziggy presented himself. A new messiah of stardust who died on his own terms was created. This act signalled something that was beyond music. I no longer liked Bowie, now I believe in him.