A kung fu fighter in a disco

Actually I just had a further think about this and don't think was actually into music in any proper sense before The Great Busted Revelation, which was largely brought on by Freeview and consequent exposure to Music Telly which meant I watched pop videos simply because I found the concept of music telly exciting and consequently did start giving pop a proper consideration when I would have discarded it as not being proper music before, due to the heady influence of realising I was actually the only person in my class who knew anything about rock/indie when nu-metal rolled around and suddenly becoming cool after years of avoiding talking to anyone about music by liking Skunk Anansie following traumatic incident when moved to new school in year three and was told had to like Take That or East 17, neither of which had heard of. :( Hrmm I don't know. I feel there was some kind of watershed then, though, because before I'd been fairly content to let Zane Lowe dictate what I was listening to to a certain extent.

Actually I think it may have been a sudden advent that if I did not eat lunch I could buy two CDs at £5 each EVERY WEEK, mostly facilitated by HMV Oxford's sale section. Before then I'd taped nearly all my music off the radio with one or two CDs for Christmas and birthday.

Now I have over 300 CDs. And no student overdraft.