The Engineer acquainted me with this. I don’t know how I missed it. Not only am I a closet space geek, but the original David Bowie song is among the .01 per cent of “popular” music that actually fetches me and even makes me pipe my eye.
Fun fact: I used to have a shuttle astronaut for a client. She made the Dear knows how many circumnavigations of the globe (“you never forget chasing the sunrise around the planet”) and then fell down on the cobbles in Florence and came home with a sacro-iliac sprain and a library of bruises that I shelved with oil of Arnica. She was last heard from running a children’s science museum in flyover country. Better her than me.
I have to figure she knew this guy, if only to wave to.
(PS. It’s clear he had a lot more to say for himself, but not least, the motherfucker can actually sing. Jeepers.)