There was Bowie - with his captivating peepers and covetable powder-blue suit - a man of the future.
Searching for what I call "trashy bass" - a broken-sounding reverberating fog-horn bass - I found Bowie, looking futuristic, singing from the past "Life on Mars".
And I did find the trashy bass too - on Bowie's Fame and around 1:39 Marty Robbins Don't Worry, not quite twang - a bit static-fuzz - but it's sticking with me... that fat dapper tie, the striped shirt, the suit of baby-blue.