Music in the margins
“The vinyl community, much like the football one, is obsessive, fervid. Like pinballs, they ricochet from record shop to record shop, fair to fair, market to market, in the hunt for that elusive, limited edition, Third Man split-colour 3″, sealed, mint.”
“Someone once called the record ‘mid-fi’ which is probably accurate – it was hi-fi recordings of a low-fi band.”
“I very almost went in but I was suddenly gripped by the fear of never finding the exit again.”
“What evokes one’s youth more than the soundtrack to it?”
“There are only so many people happy to pay £100 for an obscure Wire off-shoot album in VG condition.”
“Running a secondhand record shop is “a licence to print money right now.”
“I’ve never quite connected with this notion that just because you have a podium and a loudhailer, your opinion is the gospel.”
“The outpouring of love for the vinyl format over these past few years might actually be killing it.”
“In the same way that I’m still in touch with most of my lovers, I’m still in touch with the records that spun on my turntable whilst we fumbled beneath the covers, eighties, nineties and beyond.”
“Take the head of a duck, the body of a goat, the legs of a rhino, the tail of a cat, stitch them altogether and see what you have. It may not be beautiful but it’s certainly interesting.”
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