Tuesday, January 12, 2016


On the night of his death, there was some serious moonlight, but perhaps it was a space oddity, a bit of ziggy stardust. I was but a young American when he came to fame, a rebel rebel from Suffragette City who sang songs of modern love and always delivered under pressure. In his golden years he was a true starman, going through so many changes, giving us so many heroes. So what do we do, now that we have lost the man who sold the world? Get out the China, girl. Let's dance.

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