His Master’s Voice


The year – 1974. The place – the HMV Record Shop in Bradford, West Yorkshire. The scene – an 18 year-old shop assistant (me) alone in the shop surrounded by LP records all of which I am dying to hear. The LPs have special powers. They promise to unlock doors to many places – California, New York, Rio de Janeiro, London, Jamaica, Berlin, Oslo. To have the chance to go back to that shop, that place in time, just for a day, an hour even. To see all those LPs again. To know them. To save them from oblivion. To bring them all home. To fill in the gaps. All the gaps.

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2 thoughts on “His Master’s Voice

  1. Glenn Reay.

    BRILLIANT Martin,!!
    Write some more…..!!

  2. Jim

    Gud Stuff Bimbo….but wot about ure mates???
    Newcastle, Elmer or Mushroom pickin up Thornton Rd (& not them u buy in Morrisons either!!!)

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