David Bowie died last night at the age of 69. The musician, actor, and genuine space oddity leaves behind a body of work that defies easy categorization. He was an achingly moving singer-songwriter. He was a glam rock god. He was in Labyrinth. What unites all these roles, personas, and eras? They were cool. Effortlessly, brazenly, unapologetically cool.
Perhaps most importantly, he was always transforming. No other modern artist made constant change -- whether it was his sexuality, his makeup, or his ever-shifting musical taste -- such an essential part of his work. On 1971's "Moonage Daydream" he laid it all out there: he was an alligator, a space invader, a rock 'n' rollin' bitch, and a mama-papa coming for you. And, he never stopped evolving, releasing one of his most daring and experimental albums, the jazz-inflected Blackstar, only a week before he died.