I started thinking of the neon rocket that I see every time I walk down Market St. As I’m sketching out ideas and put Bowie’s Station to Station on the turntable. As the chorus in the title track begins to echo “it’s too late” I imagine a cosmonaut lost in space with nothing but a portable turntable. I start to think of the tragedy of dropping your favorite album in zero gravity and watching it float away. It’s too late. Fortunately for the cosmonaut the Sonic Boom rocket is in the distance coming in for an emergency rescue.