16.9.15

Youth groove

As much as my children would vehemently claim otherwise, I reckon I'm pretty hip, withit and happening for a nearly fifty year old, words in themselves that probably just mark me as totally passed it.  Whatevs.

So what with the rebirth of vinyl buzzing around for the last few years, I finally found the time and space to drag down the boxes of records in the loft, dust them off and find the inclination to spin some discs.  I'd inherited my parents' record collection which had been muddled with my own.  Thus there were kooky mixups such as the Jam's Sound Effects nestled in with Nana Maskouri and Rachmaninov.  Aztec Camera next to the Paint Your Wagon soundtrack. Sifting out the crap (cover albums of Bert Bacherach and ABBA, Sesame Street-The Hits) and getting rid of them on Freecycle, I was left with a bunch of records whose covers took me straight back to being nine years old: pampus grass in vases, casapupa rugs, smoked muscles on jatz crackers, lemon cordial, boredom.  God bless my dear Dad who had numbered and catalogued every single album in a ring binder, listing all tracks.

There was just one problem, no record player.  Not wanting to shell out on some expensive bit of kit, a quick search found me a Chinese made device (quality item, not) which arrived a week later and does the job just fine. 

Oh the joy, the memories, the having to drop what I'm doing every five seconds to turn the record over (that sucks).   They just don't cut tracks like Swinging Safari any more!   Then again Save a Prayer by Duran Duran sounded pretty good too (that might have been later in the eve when a few vinos has been consumed).

It's said smell is the strongest memory jogger, but for me it has to be records, even more so record covers, that take me back.  Gold.

6 comments:

  1. Oh records are the best! Someone told me yesterday that the first album they bought was ABBA and they held it so tightly in the car on the way home that heir fingers melted the viny!!! And it doesn't get better than The Jam - love that bass beat from "start!" it does take you back...

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  2. Please start writing your blog again Patsy.
    I love the way you write and the stuff you write about.
    I would add Haircut 100, Irish Rebel Tunes and Ross Ryan's "My Name Means Horse" to the mix. We have all the LPs you mention (many of them my Dad's too) and I was actually thinking about Aztec Camera yesterday (no bull!)
    I saw Black Swan's Picnic At Hanging Rock last week. Have you seen it? I thought it was pretty good...

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    1. You're on Kylie! I'm def going to try and get bloggin again, your quick fix approach is a winner and I'm going to copy it shamelessly. Also going to see Picnic.. tonight!

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  3. Yay!
    What did you think of Picnic?

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  4. Yay!
    What did you think of Picnic?

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    1. Picnic at HR... it's all about the acting, which was brilliant. But didn't like all the direct to audience narrative thing, call me old fashioned but I like actors to talk to each other, on stage.

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