ground control to moronic bouncers

Thank you, Karenplusone, for confirming that the man at whom I stared with my jaw hanging open and drool running down my chin, was, in fact, David Bowie and not Robert Plant, as the friendly keeper of the Roseland balcony VIP rope insisted. Maybe Robert Plant was there too, but who's going to notice him when you're standing next to fucking David Bowie?