Well, almost. Rather, Bowie had chosen this occasion to give the world its first glimpse of the unquestionably peculiar Klaus Nomi, the man who brought 17th century opera to the discoes of early-Eighties New York........ When not parading himself at the heart of New York's disco underground, Klaus could be found posing as a human mannequin in the window of Fiorucci's - a Warhol-frequented, new wave mecca of Day-Glo plastic party wear. Here, the undiscovered Nomi's destiny was but a customer away, a chance visit by Mr Bowie resulting in an invitation to join himon that now notorious broadcast along with fellow Fiorucci fop Joey Arias -a similarly precocious eyesore of space-age clothing and garish hair dye. On the strength of this invaluable patronage if nothing else, Nomi's performance earned him a deal with Bowie's own label, RCA, who in 1981 finally found the courage to issue Klaus' self-titled debut.

Yet, by 1983, while his celebrated mentor dived headfirst into mainstream hell with "Let's Dance", Klaus was spending what tragically proved to be his final agonised months bed-ridden in hospital. Nomi died that August aged just 39, one of the music world's first reported AIDS victims."