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in zee olden days of a ****** megastore on oxford st., just beside the Tottenham Court Rd. tube station... Mecca... for all those who loved music... even the classical music section, sealed, behind glass doors... and those music stations where you could listen to an album before buying it... i'm pretty sure i bought *dry **** logic*'s the darker side of nonsense... based on? the song asphalt... and godhead's album 2000 years of human error... decent times, there was actually a point to go to a major high street, and forage, while the girls were buying clothes and shoes and make-up... books? it was always amazon.com, from the 3rd party sellers, always on the discount, thomas mann's doctor faustus? had to be bought second hand... HMV? it's still there, on oxford st., but ****** had class... a rare experience... esp. the listening stations, you'd forage for an album, ask the technician to put it on, listening to it... and boom! into your pocket... i still remember Sony's mini-discs... i still remember making cassette compilations... and that strange form of labor of having to rewind, a sound as unique as the static of pre-digital television... the noise from the vacuum of the universe - apparently considered to be the sound, a remnant of the big bang... so... youtube - now? **** they take the music shops away... i guess youtube was always about listening to music before buying an physical compact disc copy... ah... this one incident bothers me... at the still (don't ask me how) existing Romford HMV... i actually had a copy of foals album holy fire in my hand... but... **** i didn't buy it! no listening station... only after having watched dr. foster (a BBC drama) did i hear foals' song my number... and this is a quasi-nostalgia: with a drag-along effect - given that... certain aspects of the 2000s had to be, re-improvised.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
quasi-nostalgia
in zee olden days of a ****** megastore on oxford st., just beside the Tottenham Court Rd. tube station... Mecca... for all those who loved music... even the classical music section, sealed, behind glass doors... and those music stations where you could listen to an album before buying it... i'm pretty sure i bought *dry **** logic*'s the darker side of nonsense... based on? the song asphalt... and godhead's album 2000 years of human error... decent times, there was actually a point to go to a major high street, and forage, while the girls were buying clothes and shoes and make-up... books? it was always amazon.com, from the 3rd party sellers, always on the discount, thomas mann's doctor faustus? had to be bought second hand... HMV? it's still there, on oxford st., but ****** had class... a rare experience... esp. the listening stations, you'd forage for an album, ask the technician to put it on, listening to it... and boom! into your pocket... i still remember Sony's mini-discs... i still remember making cassette compilations... and that strange form of labor of having to rewind, a sound as unique as the static of pre-digital television... the noise from the vacuum of the universe - apparently considered to be the sound, a remnant of the big bang... so... youtube - now? **** they take the music shops away... i guess youtube was always about listening to music before buying an physical compact disc copy... ah... this one incident bothers me... at the still (don't ask me how) existing Romford HMV... i actually had a copy of foals album holy fire in my hand... but... **** i didn't buy it! no listening station... only after having watched dr. foster (a BBC drama) did i hear foals' song my number... and this is a quasi-nostalgia: with a drag-along effect - given that... certain aspects of the 2000s had to be, re-improvised.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
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