Thursday, January 24, 2008
IN THE LOCAL OXFAM
The sun was out so I could not restrain myself. Off I went to the local Oxfam. So often a source of unexpected vinyl like the Peppermint Rainbow LP that ambushed me some years back. Today though it's all about that modern horror, the CD. Smirking to myself as I inspect the half a dozen unruffled Fish CD's I wonder when the good volunteers of Oxfam will finally consign the Marillion man's artistic disasterpiece to the bin; or donate it to the road builders of China. Meanwhile the staff were agonizing over what to play and it seemed got lodged in a time warp as they treated customers to Elvis singing xmas songs. Isn't it enough that we have to suffer festive musical mucus the second Halloween costumes are hung up? They came to their senses and put on Heartbreak Hotel which got stuck on repeat and finally after Elvis had booked into Heartbreak Hotel four times they put him, and me, out of our misery. My CD finds were: Liliput double CD; Youth Group : Casino Twilight Dogs; Voxtrot :s/t; The Bird And The Bee : s/t; B.C. Camplight : Blink Of A Nihilist.
EYE ON EBAY
Stolen before I even had a chance to bid, a single by Clamber. On my list of wants for over a year and Gothic Darkwave offers to pay £40 to the seller and he bites. Gothic Darkwave is a scoundrel and a nuisance; he outbid me on a Dancette 7" last year. I'm watching you Mr. Darkwave.
TOP THIRTY CHARITY SHOP FINDS
5 My Bloody Valentine : Strawberry Wine
Fara, Twickenham. I feel I've deprived a Romanian of a month's wages. I've just been flicking through an unkempt pile of 12"'s and I've uncovered this. I stare at it and then check to see if it's on the Lazy label. It is. Flutter this in front of a flush MBV fanatic and they could be persuaded to part with £50. Next to me a fellow scavenger is examining a Lou Reed LP with unrestrained glee. I contaminate his happiness by informing him of my amazing find. I can see the eighties, in collecting terms, have yet to happen him. Suddenly a Shop Assistants LP is in my grubby paws. Oooh, I'll have that too. Other records appear which I gather up in my loving arms, a Sinister Cleaners 12" and a couple of compilations. Mr. 70's man is entangled with unremarkable Reed and Hendrix LP's while I carry my booty over to the till. "How much are these?" "Oh, we're trying to shift those quickly. 25p each will do." Somewhere in a Romanian backwater a man is selling a kidney and I feel responsible.
Fara, Twickenham. I feel I've deprived a Romanian of a month's wages. I've just been flicking through an unkempt pile of 12"'s and I've uncovered this. I stare at it and then check to see if it's on the Lazy label. It is. Flutter this in front of a flush MBV fanatic and they could be persuaded to part with £50. Next to me a fellow scavenger is examining a Lou Reed LP with unrestrained glee. I contaminate his happiness by informing him of my amazing find. I can see the eighties, in collecting terms, have yet to happen him. Suddenly a Shop Assistants LP is in my grubby paws. Oooh, I'll have that too. Other records appear which I gather up in my loving arms, a Sinister Cleaners 12" and a couple of compilations. Mr. 70's man is entangled with unremarkable Reed and Hendrix LP's while I carry my booty over to the till. "How much are these?" "Oh, we're trying to shift those quickly. 25p each will do." Somewhere in a Romanian backwater a man is selling a kidney and I feel responsible.
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