Drunken nonsense

I've just played a piece of vinyl from 1974. It's brand new. Never been played until now. That piece of wax (lordy, I always feel like a tit when I say that) has been around longer than I have. And it's just been sat there on the shelf. Waiting.

Presumably it's gone from owner to owner, but never been taken out of its sleeve. And now it's mine. I don't really have anything to add to that but, y'know, weird. It makes me think of all the other old records and books just out there on shelves, in boxes, long after the labels and publishing companies have dissolved. Just waiting to be discovered and come alive.

The record was Sacrifice by Mandingo, incidentally. Yeah, not exactly a lost classic...!