Not Ziggy Stardust on vinyl, or the trio of Berlin albums; not a single 45: but rather a ‘Best Of’ cassette from K-tel, borrowed permanently from an older sister, 1981. This was my first immersion in Bowie – aside from the still-so-lovely Laughing Gnome played on Junior Choice (Ed ‘Stewpot’ Stewart lost sadly also last weekend), and the unearthly disorientating sexiness of Space Oddity beamed out on TOTP – the first full immersion of a strange rock star’s body of work.
I loved this collection. Along with the thrilling production of Sound and Vision, and Heroes, and Sorrow, are the tough nuts, TVC-15, Breaking Glass… to a child, what is that life where that message from someone to someone can happen? You’re such a wonderful person, but you’ve got problems.
This is the original cassette cover; the tape itself long gone in an overly-confident cull. The Black Star CD arrives in the post, ordered only Saturday. When.
I re-find Let’s Dance in a red cardboard suitcase on a landing. The special edition newspaper is flat on the table in the kitchen, not dried out so well from where it got rained on, Tuesday. Where the fuck did Monday go?
And many more.