Wie geht's?
Last week and change was spent sorting through and cleaning up a large number of old records owned by the brother of a friend.
He was moving house and needed someone to take them away and deal with them on his behalf. Wozza to the rescue.
It was quite a task, but for me, a labour of love.
He was a record reviewer in the eighties, consequently he was sent a lot of product to review. Mostly from Festival and WEA labels.
Sadly, he didn't look after his records well so there were plenty of casualties, records without covers and covers without records.
In the end there were 340 albums ranging from fair to mint.
The eighties. What springs to mind for you?
For me - skinny leather ties, mullets, loud fluro clothes, big hair....and the music. Synths and drum machines were everywhere and one listen to something like ABC's Poison Arrow, Ultravox' Vienna, or Human League's Don't You Want Me throws you right back to the eighties in a nanu nanu second.
There was some great music in the eighties - don't get me wrong. And those great moments ignite a lot of memories.
So, I've had a pretty nostalgic week returning to a time of great change in my life: my teaching career kicked off; I met Jacky and we were married; three of our four children were all born in that decade.
I was a little worried when the big cheese at Real Groovy Records was only interested in the mint copies - as he put it:
Only about 10% are good fast sellers, the rest will hang around and clog our bins unless we fast-track them through the letter codes.
Sadly, the up-and-coming generations just aren’t interested in soft rock.
But, getting rid of all of the albums proved relatively easy in the end, as a local music store owner bought them all.
Righty ho - off to put on the material girl's Like A Virgin - released in 1984.
Love and peace - Wozza
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