I’ve still got David Bowie on my mind, so I see if I can figure how to play “Space Oddity.” Slowly, the other guys start joining in, grabbing their guitars and calling out chord changes to one another, singing harmony, or just drumming along on the nearest flat surface. Anything to contribute. It’s that organic and natural. Nobody says, “Let’s play some Bowie.” It starts with a note, which blindly stumbles into a recognizable melody, and then, piece by piece, it transforms into a song. It’s like the cafeteria scene from Fame. The David Bowie Hot Lunch just kind of happens.
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