I can't quite remember hearing David Bowie for the first time.
He was just always there when albums started accumulating in my room as a youngster.
But I remember seeing him in person for the first time - the besuited blond tanned Bowie of the 1983 Serious Moonlight tour.
He shone like a golden god from the stage of dusty old Western Springs.
He was rock'n'roll charisma personified. It was love at first sight.