My reaction when hearing of a celebrity death is typically “Oh. Well that’s a shame.” And then Anthony Bourdain killed himself.
I think one of the things I subconsciously appreciated the most about the artist was the way he often took on a female voice in his songs, singing from a perspective that was rarely heard in rock and roll. His was an ambiguous, androgynous, amorphous sexuality in the same way David Bowie’s had been in the decade prior.
The genre of SciFi in particular has provided us with some of the most creative, arresting images of where the future may take us, whether it’s fantastically removed from our current life (still waiting on those flying cars) or disturbingly relatable to the world as it is today. Both avenues offer fascinating insight into what is possible or even probable.