I believe that in years to come we will ask each other, “Where were you when David Bowie died?” Like most people in the western hemisphere, I was asleep when he died on January 10, 2016, but I can still feel how my heart sank when I heard the news on my way to work the next day. The radio announcers had put together a rushed tribute to the Man on Mars, which provided the soundtrack to my disbelieving grief, leaving me crying silently under my sunglasses to the familiar baritone foretelling the Starman’s landing, professing his love to Bob Dylan, celebrating a rebellious cross dresser and, finally, singing to…