Everyone’s talking about Heath Ledger. On Echo there’s a little bit of a debate about whether or not people should speculate about how he died, and why we should even care in the first place. None of us knew him. We go through this every time someone well known dies.
I remember reading about how Heath was the one who suggested they use the David Bowie song Golden Years for the dance scene in A Knight’s Tale. It was such a happy, exuberant scene. And I always loved that song. But it’s all about the fact that these are the great years. Kinda. Because it ends with this:
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years.
A bit of a mixed message there. (And so typical of Bowie.) I don’t see how one can help feeling a little sad about Heath Ledger’s death. No, I didn’t know him, but death now has a face, and such a pretty face, not that that should matter. Anyway, feelings are not logical, and I’m sure a psychologist could explain our collective reactions better.