You climb up onto the roof of a shop and try to address the crowd as reasonably as you can. It is no small task to be sure!
"How can you hate David Bowie? Just think of all the good things he has given you, from Space Oddity to Aladdin Sane! Ziggy Stardust to Diamond Dogs! Low! Heroes! Young Americans!"
"You're the Man Who Sold The World!" a man in the crowd bellows back, throwing a rock at you.
"And now we're all stuck in this Village!" screams another.
"Come on, guys. All the young dudes..."
"Motley Howe sucks, Bowie!"
Your last thought is an altruistic desire to correct this common mistake, wanting to explain that Mott the Hoople sang "All the Young Dudes", but you do not have time. A heavy stone makes contact with your head. You did not even see it coming.