Records are powerful. Music is art. We are not who we are without the honesty in the 7 inch. Or claim that without Woolworth's we would have never have purchased our first records we ever bought and still cherish. As we are now growing more accustomed to feeding from the Apple tree which bore us fruits in the shape of ipods and iphones, what has happened to our evenings entertainment? The girl you saw singing along to a Hell Is For Heroes song. The boy let loose after practicing his best Ian Curtis dancing. One shared appreciation.
I'm biting back the hand that feeds and taking my collection back to the revolution where it all started, the indie club. I need a home with heart and soul and someone with a shared vision. Where the only thing we care for is the music. I'm not reinventing the wheel here, I'm just taking it back to the top of the hill and giving it bloody hard kick. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we could start over?
