A while ago, I wrote a poem about the experience of buying records in shops, as a kind of post-streaming, tribute to the irreplaceable, tactile, sensory atmosphere of physical stores. The poem ‘Unfulfilled Playlist’ has now been published on Wild Court, where you can read it.
In my teens being there mattered. Having, or at least knowing about, the latest album RIGHT NOW was crucial. To my shame I was late to the Cure and late to the Smiths and countless others. But with the Sundays I got there bang on time. As soon as their first album was released in early 1990 I went out and bought it. That made them mine.
A new way to go behind the scenes of some of Bristol’s most historic buildings.
This sleeve is a genuine piece of history, and in it’s own stiff way everything it says about the value of LPs still holds true…
You can now you can explore John Peel’s personal record collection online at this charming site.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-0s4l4Ydjo
What a song. Used up my Spotify quota and have now ordered the LP/CD from here http://www.fencerecords.com/shop/
It’s great.
As a teenager in the eighties my hometown seemed blessed with a surprising variety of record shops, but I always saw Revolver as the one true emporium of cool.
Richly Evocative 