There is something awesome about witnessing joy in another, watching someone get lost in the moment. I have seen these moments when my dear friend and roommate discussed the importance and majesty of banyan trees, when my mother interacts with her high school students, and when my partner talks about David Bowie. There was a distinct moment last year when my partner, gazing straight ahead as if no longer in the room with me, went on a ten minute monologue about the musical genius that is David Bowie. Little did I know that what started out as an attempt to gain a little knowledge and be able to contribute to the conversation would lead to a full-blown David Bowie obsession. Even though I grew up in the 90s and early 2000s, my music influences and favorite artists were primarily popular in the 70s and 80s. I grew up listening to Genesis (and later Phil Collins and Peter Gabriel), The Police (and later Sting), Billy Joel, Neil Diamond, Elton John and, most importantly for this Parsi...