There are many good things about the easy access to music that we enjoy today. I want it. I got it. Quick as that. I can order a physical album without leaving my keypad, I can stream entire catalogues in any number of ways, or I can purchase and download individual tunes or complete recorded works in seconds. The problem with the latter comes when a stray tune hits the hard drive, is played and enjoyed for a while, before being lost in an anonymous folder on my computer. Which happens a lot.
In this occasional series I'll be scouring my D and G drives, unearthing half-forgotten gems along the way.
The fashions, the curtains, the carpet, the
radiogram, the goldfish tank - the castanets!
Could this anonymous photo possibly
be any
more 1965? How I'd like to rifle through that
little rack of 45s on the floor. What do we
think the Decca single is at the front? I
really hope it's not something by The
Bachelors or Kenneth McKellar. It may be a
long shot, but I'm putting half a crown on it
being this.
(I'm heading out of town for a few days.
Should be back in action on Wednesday.)
