David Bowie was my first major music crush – obsession, truth be told.   I spent an inordinate amount of time listening to his music, researching it, travelling to obscure suburban record stores to track down titles absent from my collection, taping friends’ records when I was too poor to buy them, and reading about him, voraciously.   It wasn’t always like that.   After years of persistence by my friend Lisa, the penny finally dropped. It was November 1983; we were in our final year of high school. I was at her place and we were listening to ‘Hunky Dory’.   “Can you tape that for me?” I asked, my interest in his 1971 album finally piquing after what had been the…