David Bowie has only been gone for a month. Upon hearing of his death many people, including me, felt a sort of shock and deep sadness for what, for who, we had lost. He was such a part of my girlhood and adulthood that I feel as if a part of me has gone with him. I never met him, or saw him in concert – but he is in both of my memoirs. He sings “Rebel Rebel” as we blast the record at the wild teenage party in Chanel Bonfire. And in Heart of Glass, Iggy Pop tries to lure my friend Annie and me to party with him and David Bowie, who he claims is on his way to pick him up in a limo. Safe travels, Starman. Now you are in heaven.