I think Scott was on to something. Something that David Bowie also discovered when he found out he was terminally ill with cancer. Something that perhaps now will inspire a new trend among us aging Baby Boomers. What was it? It’s that if you are an artist you might experience a sudden burst of creativity spurred by the knowledge of your imminent death.
This wonderful article in the Guardian describes how this happened to Bowie. If you’re new to the going to goa blog you may be interested in seeing this short documentary on Death Cafe. Scott Morgan’s oncologist in Goa thought Scott was on the cutting edge with his desire and ability to create art—over 200 paintings–from his sickbed. Dr. Salkar was so inspired he contracted a filmmaker to create the documentary about Scott. I posted it to Death Cafe because that site is dedicated to shedding light on the topic of death and dying and taking the mystery and taboo away from it.
David Bowie’s Lazarus video shows a man creating music and song from his deathbed. I can’t help but think he was channeling Scott who went before him in a similar fashion.
Talk about Creativity Under Pressure.
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“Under Pressure”
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
SONGWRITERS
BOWIE, DAVID/MERCURY, FREDDIE/TAYLOR, ROGER/DEACON, JOHN
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