Life On Mars - Amy G
What do you do when you're asked to make a self tape of David Bowie's masterpiece for a gig in Vegas, due tomorrow, but you've got two shows a day, a hotel room with terrible lighting, no time, no one to help, and just a phone to make it on? You set up by the window, tape the phone to a stack of furniture, sing the crap out of it, do some editing and send it in. Then, several months down the line, from another hotel room in Vegas in the middle of your run, you post it.
