Bowie is lowered to a darkened stage where his seven-year-old son Duncan awaits him. Bowie’s mic is live. “Enjoying the show, Duncan?” “Sure, da, but the best part is next.” “My song with you.” “Nah, da. I get to spin with Amar.” Everyone laughs. “Well, I think everyone wants me to sing to you. What … Continue reading 7 – blog 32 – 100 Punks