This evening, I’m doing my blog which everyone hates, but I still carry on, and fuck you lot, but in the world of my world this is how things roll. Tonight in a change from the norm a Twitter friend/ acquaintance has suggested that I write about
“Intolerance to peoples differing taste in music”
In 100 words, I give you…
But its 5:58pm, Friday. Darkoutside
Ordering a tape in Waitrose car park, that’s that.
Is the vinyl Clear, Splattered, Dinked or Lathe Cut?
Picture Disk? Fuck off.
Erasure? You’re having a laugh surely; how dare anyone in their right mind think that the Lighthouse Family should release anything ever again, especially a record.
The train carries on, the records are pressed, we have to buy them, for the music, for the chat, for all the people who dream the same dream.
I am of a certain age, but I know my records, and you’re definitely wrong: Ambient kicks the Arse.