My friend Keith and I share mutual musical tastes and this week he posted a Youtube video of David Bowie singing with Cher. Keith had actually seen the Ziggy Stardust tour. I missed it for a stupid reason.
My girlfriend at the time was 26.
Linda was a junior exec in my father’s office. I worked there as a summertime clerk. Linda walked through the aisle like a high fashion model with her hips thrust forward. I lost my virginity to her at an Emerson Lake and Palmer concert on the Charles River.
A sleek divorcee had long legs and wore French lingerie.
For my birthday she offered to take me to the Ziggy Stardust tour. I picked Sha-na-na instead. Linda left me at the end of the summer, saying the only reason she had slept with me was because my father would not and that Bowser of Sha-Na-Na was more my type than the Thin White Duke.
She knew me oh too well.
Upon hearing that story Keith shook his head. He knew me well too.
Happy birthday David Bowie.