Rob Hurst

She had a child in Memorial Hospital in North Adelaide when she was 16 and I'd just turned 18.

When the child was born, the child was taken away without the birth mother seeing the child or being able to tell it the child's sex.

And within days... Well, she didn't even know if she'd had a boy or a girl.

No, and the child then within days was adopted out to a loving Adelaide family who already had two sons but always wanted a daughter.

Their name was Smith, just to complete the anonymity.

And they called her Kylie Marie Smith.

No, we were told, look, all the names have been changed.

Protect the guilty.

Get on with your lives.

You'll never meet this child.

So Kylie sort of immediately started dancing and singing, you know, to the pleasure of her adoptive parents, quite unlike her half-brothers.

You know, she was clearly from some other planet because her birth mother went on to be an opera singer.

And, of course, you know, I'm the drummer-songwriter dude from the Oils, so she copped music from both sides.

Yeah, and...

Grew up in a loving household there and had a very ordinary Australian, safe, secure family upbringing.

But then when she was 18, left Adelaide with an urgency, I think, to make it somewhere with her talents and joined a duo and started playing around Sydney, doing harbour cruises and things, even some within excess who were not always contemporary.

So we may have even met without knowing the connection back then.

She did.

In 1996, she made a serious attempt to try to find her birth parents without any luck.

But her details were registered then.