“And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week.”
For years, space flight was the fancy of science fiction writers, whose fervent imaginations had us looking to the evening sky, pondering the possibilities.
When a man in space became a reality, our engagement with the idea suddenly became more tangible. As was so brilliantly portrayed in the movie Apollo 13, space flight was no longer a fantasy: those were real people in those “tin cans” and things could potentially go terribly wrong. We sat glued to our TVs at lift-off and touchdown, immersed in the human drama that ensued.
Like [lastfm link_type="artist_info"]David Bowie[/lastfm]‘s “Space Oddity,” [lastfm link_type="artist_info"]Elton John[/lastfm]‘s brilliant “Rocket Man” spoke of our mix of fascination and trepidation. Soaring vocals emulated soaring through the skies yet, for Elton’s Rocket Man, it was just his “job five days a week.”