Nice … metallic raincoat? Very short Mylar bathrobe?
So very not amused.
Sweaty Crazy Uncle Bowie humping a mic stand.
This arresting performance of “Space Oddity” one of my favorites. The significantly degraded quality seems apt, as it should be: a distant signal distorted by it’s travel through space. A beautiful, obscure relic, it powerfully affects us but yet is forever a thing half-understood.
Teach me how to not give a fuck, Crazy Uncle Bowie. I really need to know.