Yesterday, David Bowie turned 63. He has been one of my cultural icons since I shared rooms with a woman named Shay Steele in 1976-77, in Bordeaux, France. Shay was a self-proclaimed glitter rocker, who adored Queen, Bowie, and the whole crew; she introduced me to music I hadn't known up until then. I wonder where she is now?
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