Weekly: Without You I'm Nothing.

Dear Bowie,

Our relationship began in the early hours of one fateful morning in 1987. I stayed up all night watching music videos, back when MTV played music videos, and the VJ that got stuck with the overnight shift must have either been tired or retarded in love with you. Because that night, that glorious night and into the morning, I watched every one of your videos in a row. From the twenty minute long video, to the video with the asian chick with the scary long fingernails, to obscure pre-MTV television appearances turned into videos, to that one video were you look like that dude from The Furs, to... well, you get my point. Let's just say that by like, the third video, I was totally and completely in love with you even though I wasn't entirely sure if you were gay.

Time passed, and I stayed loyal even through that freaky Glass Spider tour where you had the oxygen mask. Or when you joined Tin Machine and looked like bad guy in Grease. Eventually we drifted apart, but I dated numerous boys who I wasn't entirely sure if they were gay either, so you must have still been on my mind.

Then, somewhere along the way, I forgot about you. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was me. But then came that day when I saw the video for Placebo's Taste in Men and all the emotions I felt for you two decades prior were rekindled. Except they were all directed at Brian Molko. I felt a little guilty, sure. Imagine my relief when I heard your duet with him. Without you, I'm nothing. Indeed. Without you, well, I don't want to imagine. (Although, I can imagine you're not gay, right?)

In honor of your new CD, out yesterday, this week's Weekly is all about you.
And Brian Molko.

Love,
Krystyn

David Bowie and Brian Molko — Without You I'm Nothing