There I was, dressed as a bottle of Tanqueray and wrapped, quite widely, in an inflatable bathtub....

...voice already TOAST from three days of insanity in the dry desert... but singing, to the best of my ability, EVERY GOTT-DAMN WORD of an album I wore down as a 12 year old ....

...remembering that my mom called me in January saying "you made me take you to see him in the Elephant Man on broadway, I know you loved him"....

.... during the Starman chorus I raised my hands high, looked right through the roof and saw Bowie....

He was not only smiling, he was VIBRATING with LOVE and LIGHT