I have a theory. (It has nothing to do with bunnies).
When I get ready for work I listen to music. Yesterday I chose an old CD of mine that I haven't listened to in some time. It was a CD that I made of my favorite hits from the early nineties that I would listen to on Sunny.95's night show Delilah.
Have you ever listened to a CD or playlist so many times that you know which song is going to come on immediately after one song ends? I put this CD on shuffle to switch things up a little bit. As song number one ended I immediately started singing song number 2. But song number 2 did not come on.
No, as I previously mentioned my CD was on shuffle.
So song number five came on while I was singing song number 2. (I'm going somewhere with all of this.)
Song number two is a Celine Dion song. Song number five is a song by David Bowie.
And here's my theory: Celine Dion and David Bowie...are the same person.
Don't believe me? Here's my proof.
1. They look astonishingly alike.
2. They both have very distinct singing voices.
3. If you watch the movie "The Labyrinth" and look at David Bowie, he looks like Celine Dion with a bad hair/makeup job.
4. They are the same weight and height.
5. You NEVER see them in a room, award show, movie together.
6. HOW did Celine Dion get so famous? Because her husband with a girl's name mortgaged his house? I don't think so.
7. Have you ever heard Celine Dion speak? Sounds like a fake accent to me...
8. They dance the same.
So my theory is this. In 1990 David Bowie, who was suffering from his latest venture "Tin Machine," went to Quebec to choreograph routines for his "The Sound + Vision Tour." Whilst in Quebec he came up with an alter ego named Celine. He created this idea of a Canadian pop singer from Quebec that would satiate his lust for super stardom until he could bounce back from "Tin Machine." So off he went on the road as Celine Dion. Along the way to satisfy tabloids and journalists he made up the wild story of Celine's "husband," Renee, who was secretly being paid under the table to give his new persona credibility. I

t also gave him an opportunity to experiment with his sexual orientation (which

of course lead to a raucous night and confusing morning for Mick Jagger when he went to bed with a young Canadian pop princess and woke up with a crusty old English gentleman). But we won't go into that.
That, in brief detail, is my theory. But don't take my word for it.