Jeff Buckley – Grace
This album is like a moment in time. It feels like his whole life is in that record, and it's the only one he was happy to put out, of course – obviously there were others put together after he died. I met him once, but I don't really think about that when I listen it. I think about the idea of only one record existing which was the way he wanted it to sound. And imagine it being this record. What a thing to leave behind. 

It's been an interesting exercise, picking these thirteen records, especially now. It's made me look at the shelves and think, well, if I moved to another room, and could only carry the things I'd have with me to keep me happy for the rest of my life, what would I really take? And the truth is that it wouldn't be that many. These thirteen would not be a bad way to go. Although thirteen Bowie albums wouldn't be bad either. I'm a happy man, really.