2. David BowieLow

There were lots of artists, writers, punks, weirdos in my family. All gravitating around the Manchester post-punk scene in the early 80s. My uncle Paul’s collection was particularly impressive. He had records by The Fall, PiL (I was always intrigued by the metal box), Wendy Carlos, Eno, etc. I remember first hearing ‘Subterraneans’ on TV. I asked what it was and my uncle pulled out his copy of Low. I then watched The Man Who Fell To Earth and thus began my rocky love affair with Bowie. I think about Low a lot, even though I don’t listen to it as much as I used to. It’s a benchmark for me and probably the first time I experienced really captivating instrumental music outside of a classical or jazz context.