"Oblivion shall own you-death alone shall love you"
You feel so lonely you could die-David Bowie
That's a detail from the piece "What's past is prologue".
The visage of a Bowie emerging from a bloodied scar could be a pretty apt summation of this year.
Why? Because if 2013 has seemed an endless tide of diminishing returns and fuck you affrontary, one beacon in this annus horribilis was the unexpected release of The Next Day.
It couldn't have come at a better time frankly.
It's the sound of an aging artist, fully aware of less time ahead than behind, refusing to go quietly.
When I hear it, I think of Goya's painting-"Fight with Cudgels" or even late Picasso daubing images of sirens pissing into the Bay of Biscay.
At times if there has seemed little hope than the visual echoes on canvas, the album has been a welcome companion.
For a year that's felt like merely marking time, that much bares witnessing.
Farewell 2013-fare better than I ever did in your care.
Here's to the next day.