it could be the first time music moved you, or the first thing you remember buying, or a moment where what you were listening to just all of the sudden made sense.
my first albums: eddie grant's "electric avenue" and pete townshend's "white city: a novel" . . . i bought them at Jamesway with all of the pocket change i had fished out of the couch over a period of a couple months, i was 6 or 7.
the first time just a song made me feel something: i was driving home after buying radiohead's "ok computer" on the day it was released. "let down" came on and i literally had to pull over and i started bawling. i didn't even have anything really bad going on in my life, the music just kinda took over and made me it's bitch.
when the lightbulb went off: dropping the needle on Stevie Wonder's "Talking Book" and getting blown away. that's music: joy and pain and anger all wrapped up into one terrific record.