Ziggy Played Guitar


Look up here, I’m in heaven I’ve got scars that can’t be seen I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen Everybody knows me now

– David Bowie, Lazarus


David Bowie died surrounded by family at his New York home Sunday, January 10, 2016 eighteen months after being diagnosed with cancer. He released his final album, Blackstar, on Friday, January 8, 2016, his birthday. I’m listening to it as I write this article about how he inspired me.

Many have expressed their sorrow at our loss of Mr. Bowie on social media and it is hard to find a news story or obituary about him that is not composed at least partially of Twitter embeds. I’m writing this because while I never met the man, his music and personality played a major role in why I started playing music and how I approach songwriting, and just plain writing, to this day. In other words, I’m making this tragedy about me.

Then again, so are most other folks, I’m just admitting it at the outset.

I was in high school. I had only first picked up a guitar in the last year or so and quickly befriended a couple of other guitar-toting music nerds (Hey Jonny, hey Chris). We were already big fans of the Beatles and the more recent Brit-rock band Oasis. And we delved into Pink Floyd and David Bowie together, finding something like our own voice in that decidedly British amalgam of rock and roll.

But it was Bowie who, more than all of the other musicians who inspired me in the early days of my musical development, illustrated how far the synthesis of personality and art can be taken. There’s no need for me to explain his chameleonic permutations, they’re as iconic as his music.

Throughout high school and through college – even to this day – I remained a pedestrian-looking musician, just another white guy whose long hair got shorter and dyed-black as he entered his twenties and thought he, and he alone, was the saddest, most tortured soul at the party.

Womp womp.

Put simply, “chameleonic” is just not a word anyone would use for my appearance. But Bowie’s music was as dynamic as his makeup tray and he seemed to foresee rather than follow fashion and sonic trends. That’s the part of him that stuck with me, consciously, as in I’m not just writing about it today because he has died, but as in I think about it, about him, a lot.

I don’t talk about writing songs very often because it’s become sort of like a diary, a journal. Like most of what I write, songwriting for me is a would-be novelist’s first notebook of character sketches, equal parts selfish unflattering funhouse-mirror style portrayals of myself and people I know and cringe-inducing artistic growing pains.

But I’ve been writing songs since the seventh or eighth grade. They stopped sucking sometime at the beginning of college and I owe a lot of that to David Bowie. When I wrote a particularly shitty song in one style, I’d just switch to another style. Acoustic dream-pop, rollicking early rock, simple quiet ballads, weird jazzy oddities.

This sort of stylistic rotation prevented me from concluding that I absolutely should never, ever write another song in a given style. And as a result, I eventually became pretty good at writing songs in two or three of those styles.1 I also developed my own original voice, both in music and in writing, by emulating the greats and selectively shedding bits and pieces of their approach in favor of my own.

So now that I’ve made it about myself, let’s bring it back to what’s important: there will never be another David Bowie and his loss is a cultural tragedy of a global scale, but he made one hell of a dent.2 Nothing, not even death, can silence a force like David Bowie. So go listen and smile.


  1. I absolutely should never, ever write another song in the other styles. 
  2. "At Apple, people are putting in 18-hour days. We attract a different type of person—a person who doesn’t want to wait five or ten years to have someone take a giant risk on him or her. Someone who really wants to get in a little over his head and make a little dent in the universe." - The late great Steve Jobs, 1985 Playboy interview 

Sorry HR, your job descriptions suck

Machine Intelligence In The Real World

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I respect Human Resources professionals. Their job can be shitty. But so can their job descriptions. The prospects who know what you mean by “incumbent” are probably too pedantic and detail-oriented to apply to the likely underpaid and/or intellectually vapid position you’re hiring for. The ones who don’t know what you mean don’t actually know what they’re applying to, which makes them terrible prospects.

If machine learning can remedy that, I hope it gains wider use. But I don’t think machine learning is necessary to stop writing the kind of drivel that passes for a job description these days. It’s a classic failure of capitalism: when demand dramatically outstrips supply, quality decreases without consequences to the supplier. This goes for jobs, treatment by employers, and even job descriptions. They were never exactly the pinnacle of eloquence, but I’ve seen a serious decline in the past year or so.

Many legal filings written by attorneys are also full of reader-hostile jargon and nonsense clearly included because the lawyer’s writing professor said it should be included, or because the named partner at their first firm always used it. It’s one of the most infuriating and offensive aspects of modern U.S. professional culture as far I’m concerned:

“We do it this way because we do it this way, because the people before us did it this way, that’s why we do it this way.”

Never, ever say that to me. It triggers an almost instinctual, lizard-brain contempt in me and an assumption that whoever said it is incapable of critical thinking or analytical reasoning, and I can be a real asshole when I think that about someone.

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Self-Promotion Alert: Read My (Very Short!) Fiction

This site is supposed to be me talking about the law and technology, but I have some shameless self promotion to do, so I’m deviating from the usual subject matter this week.

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I recently started a new Tumblr called, creatively, Fiction by Joe Ross. I’m posting flash fiction there, because I love to write it and it’s the best I can do length-wise until I finish my JD in December (a semester early, if you’re counting, which I am … pats self on back). It’s going to be mostly but not all science fiction, so if you’re into that sort of thing, please check it out and tell me what you think.

I have been writing fiction since, probably, ever. My first short story was a survival tale about a man’s struggle in the wilderness. Alas, I can’t find it, but I wrote it in high school and I remember being super proud of it. Survival? Wilderness? Sold!

Anyway, I wrote another story in college, call Three Days, which you can get for free in eBook format at Leanpub. Did I mention that it’s free? Go get it. It has an epidemic, love, psychiatry, and time travel.

I know, genius.

Oh, and it’s okay to tell me you don’t like stuff. You get extra points for being as polite about it as Scott, my first commenter, was, but what I really want is to know why you didn’t like it. Of course, it won’t kill me to hear from you even if you did like it, but constructive criticism is wonderful.

Nowadays, I’m one of those obnoxious people who doesn’t mind telling you I’m in law school, and working full time, and kind of a big deal because of all that. The bottom line is, though, that I never have much time to write, the little time I do have I use mostly to write about tech news and law stuff, and I have no time at all to edit. So I’ve been hoarding all these little scenes of mine, sometimes for years. That hoarding, for better or worse, has come to an end.

As of the publication of this post, I’ve already put up two scenes, Carnival Time and The Deaths of Dolly Dignan. I bet you’ll like at least one of them, at least a little bit.

And, even if you don’t, and I become a famous author one day, you’ll be one of the cool kids who read my stuff long before I was on the bestsellers list. People make fun of people like that but admit it, the truth is that we all love having the chance to be one of them.

Well, it’s that very chance that I’m offering you today, for the future. Or something. So here’s the link, one more time.

Okay, I’m done.

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