Wow, nothing like David Bowie turning sixty-two to put things in perspective for you. I mean, is it okay to like Fleet Foxes if you’re over say, thirty-five? Am I turning into the creepy old guy who’s kind of hip that I used to laugh at in the clubs? Am I just a few short years away from trekking to Las Vegas to see David Bowie’s new act at the MGM Grand? Do I care? More importantly, today is the birthday of two of pop music’s greatest icons, Elvis Presley and David Bowie. I was born a little too late for the Elvis thing (although I had a 45rpm of Suspicious Minds when I was about eight), but the era of Bowie, glam rock, art rock, and political rock primed me for my (at that time un-named) later punkness and general rebellion. Which I can’t seem to shake to this day. Happy birthday, guys.