I was in a club somewhere in the upper 70s on Central Park West. Second floor walk up. I was in the men's room and heard the door creak open. Looked over my shoulder and David Bowie walked in. Saddled up next to me, I said "Hey Dave", He said "hey" back.
I told the people I was with that I just peed with "Bowie". Before they could beat me up- The lights dropped in the club. Blackout- then from behind the DJ booth a spotlight opened up and Bowie was there playing his latest release- I am A DJ I Am What I Play, or whatever that song is called...
Yeah, me and Dave, we had it out together- finally.
Not a sword fight tho'. Just takin' care of the equipment.