Many years ago I was involved in an indie record shop.
For the benefit of younger readers we were purveyors of 12inch diameter round pieces of plastic on which a groove was etched. When activated these grooves produced music.
If you’ve seen or read High Fidelity then this will give you something of a flavour.
It was a bit of a shambolic operation at the best of times but I only got an actual bollocking once from the owner.
Post-bollocking I never made the same mistake again.
It wasn’t for ordering too much stock of some obscure Italian jazz-house oddity.
It wasn’t for not opening up until mid-day because of some hangover or other.
Nor was it for keeping the best promo’s for myself (I was also a club dj of some repute)… Read More