Hello,
I’m having one of my many clear-outs: one of those melancholy delves into the flotsam and jetsam you pick up over the years. The past, they say, is a different country: to me, it’s more like a parallel universe. All that’s missing is the pointy beards.
Music-wise, I have thrown away lots of old copies of the NME, as well as crap CD singles and freebie albums. Here are three things I’ve noticed:
1) The internet has destroyed the free-postcard-with-album/single artwork phenomenon. I found some lovely old Hefner ones. The Greedy Ugly People one is best of all.
2) I still have my old gig tickets. I might one day write a blog where I write about my memories behind every single stub. But of course, I never get gig tickets nowadays – just a code off the interweb.
3) No-one makes me mix-tapes any more, and even if they did, I don’t have a tape deck to play them on.
Here are the covers to two of the best yet worst tapes I ever received. Best, because they came from brilliant people and are beautifully put together, and worst because the music on them was, in the main, awful. Euro-house anyone? Shania Twain? No? Ok then.
