1972... I was a shy, pimply-faced, frizzy haired 11 year old who heard Space Oddity and it was like glitter was thrown into my lonely, boring world. When I went to buy the record and saw the picture sleeve (even though it was black and white), I thought this is the most beautiful "creature" I have ever seen. And so began a life-long obsession. When I finally saw a color photo of David, it was like looking at a living rainbow. My first concert was Bowie, my first Broadway play was The Elephant Man, my first plane ride was attending a Bowie convention in Chicago in 1980. My teen years especially were spent in perpetual anticipation of each new Bowie album and persona. My dad always said "you have Bowie on the brain." I spent hours in my room putting together Bowie scrapbooks. My best friend, who I converted into a Bowie disciple, and I asked ourselves back then, I wonder if we'll still like Bowie when he's 40. It seemed so far away. We did, we did forever. We had so many Bowie adventures over 44 years and a few days after David died we placed flowers at the memorial outside of his apartment in NYC. It was surreal..... it is unbelievable. The last Bowie concert I saw was at Mohegan Sun on the Reality Tour. I had a feeling it might be the last time I saw David live... it was a very special show for me. He played Five Years, my favorite song, and Fantastic Voyage, another favorite. It was bittersweet. It was a Fantastic Voyage. He blew my mind and I will always love him.