As my wife and I were processing Bowie's passing this morning, she said, "One thing: He never looked back. He was always moving forward, never resting on whatever he'd just done, on what people expected from him."
I can't help noting the irony that his songs that have been heaviest in my rotation for the past couple months are covers, both from Bruce's first album, Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. I don't know what this means - probably nothing, but I find myself doing what I always do when an artist whose work I love dies: Going to work that's closest to me, and starting there toward an understanding that the artist's work is now complete, reflecting a voice silenced but not silent.