by | | Guyster, Guyster
While Bowie didn’t write the detailed narratives of Springsteen, his phrases cut through my mind and they stuck. His melodies carried me on a cloud. He was with me through so many key moments—helping me, informing me, making me feel as comfortable as an angry...
by | | Guyster, Guyster
The lyrics to the song came to me as soon as I opened the door to the loft, inspiration in an instant. The first was, “Billy!” then, “ No!” then, “Oh, God!” It was my song, those roller coaster off-the-rails screams, that woke up our...
by | | Guyster, Guyster
I had to get this one task just right. I had to. The autopsy took a week. I played out the gruesome things they were doing to him. I still do, sometimes. I had to choose his final clothing once Billy was released to the funeral home. I always told him that he had more...
