Thursday, January 08, 2015

Happy birthday David Bowie.

I'm glad I've seen Bowie live a few times. I'm sad Mich hasn't. I'm glad he surprised everyone with an album that was really good two years ago. I'm sad that he hasn't done so again. Yet.

Mostly, I'm glad that in 1990 my dad stood up for me when I wanted to wait out over night for tickets to see my first Bowie show and then, due to a completely random set of circumstances, ended up at that very same show, shocking me with his presence in the beer line. This would make Bowie the first and last real rock show—outside of the one time he saw my band play at the Avalon—we attended together.

Happy birthday Bowie, sing a song for my dad.

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