A potential minefield of a question. Setting aside history and the capricious nature of feelings, I'm thinking instead about a recent idle conversation I had with someone. We asked each other what songs we'd want played at our funerals, and she said Queen Bitch by David Bowie. That response is one of the reasons why this individual is—and probably always will be—my favourite person.
I'd have to say Life on Mars, which starts fairly innocuously—especially when quoted in isolation from the rest of the lyrics and without the soaring musical accompaniment—but acts as a way of drawing you into strange, dream-like territory as the song unfolds.
It's a God awful small affair To the girl with the mousey hair
I listened to Hunky Dory a lot around the time we were thinking and talking about getting our first dog. We’d walk through the parks near our home in South London, admiring other people’s dogs, imagining what it would be like to have one of our own, and trying to decide which breed might suit us. We joined waiting lists, then came the long wait until a Norfolk Terrier puppy became available. Our lives changed when that joyful 12-week-old bundle of fur was placed in our arms and joined our funny family on 11 August 2013. Kooks feels like a fitting tribute to the love we shared, and I know the pain we’re feeling now is a measure of the happiness you brought into our lives every moment of the 12 years, 7 months, and 18 days we were lucky enough to share with you. Rest in peace, our beautiful boy.
