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Bizarre. I’m not a Bowie groupie, never labeled myself as a fan. But, there is a Starman woven into the very fabric of my Life. Lyrics and tunes from Bowie that paved the way. My way. A Major Tom that made me dream of space. I still whisper that song, every night I look out and up. Stars that looked very different, night after night. Squealing Under pressure in the car, as loud as I can on that last stretch of road to an important meeting.
It’s good to know: There’s a starman waiting in the sky

I let Chris Hadfield do the singing. Out of his own tin can… so long David Bowie!

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