Whenever the lords of the underworld and all the arcane spirits of the forest come together in his palace of stone to ask David Bowie what he would have them do each day, all the world cringes and we pray silently that he will not unleash his terrible minions against us. David Bowie is subject to mystical whims and passions and there is always the danger that we will anger his eccentric sensibilities and pay the ultimate price. An old gypsy told me once that a poster of Elvis Costello on the back of your bedroom door will ward off David Bowie and his capricious servants. I don't know if it's true, but I keep it there just in case. One does what one can to protect his home from evil, after all. May David Bowie never come for you, friends. Amen.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Are you?
Later. Love.
