Yesterday, 30 years ago, Mark Feld aka Marc Bolan was killed in a car crash and the world lost a genius. No need to create myths about the man as a person, what he did and what he said, but he was a genius, a pure genius, if there ever was one. Marc Bolan used his genius to become the greatest rock star ever.
He was a troubled man, in many respects and abused alcohol and drugs and himself but he created some of the best music of the 20th century. In his lyrics and tunes there is such beauty that it brings tears to my eyes. He created songs that made you laugh and cry and see the wonders of the world. His music always had hope and love and beauty.
I danced myself right out the womb,
Of course he didn't. He was an ordinary man. But he created such lands of fantasy with his songs that you can almost believe he did dance when he was born.
Well, you're built like a car You got a hubcap diamond star halo
Silliness, some might say. Indeed, Marc Bolan was one of the silliest people you could imagine, full of his own person, his own genius. He knew he was a genius. He wasn't humble.
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows.
Marc Bolan is alleged to have said something about not trusting a person over thirty. It sounds almost like a prophecy. He died two weeks before turning thirty.
Unhampered praise becomes silly. I am becoming silly. Still I am sad to think about the death of Marc Bolan. In my mind, he is and remains the greatest rock star and someone whose imagination and work will always remain close to my heart.
Well just because the touch of your hand Can turn me on just like a stick
(Cosmic Dancer (1971), Get It On (1971), Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love) (1968), Desdemona (1967), Marc Bolan)