When I was about six, I was given my first record player. It was a binatone thing, portable, with mono and auto settings. I only had a few singles and a Reggae chart hits album my dad gave me, so I scoured my mom and dad’s copious record collections to discover new songs. And that’s where I found it. Jean Genie. I hadn’t a clue what it was about, it sounded magical and other worldly, but I fell for it long and hard and it started my love affair with David Bowie that has lasted my whole lifetime. And this morning, on hearing the news of his death, I felt…