Most of my life seems to have been spent hunting round second-hand shops or record shops in search of those elusive albums. At one time I had seven thousand of those precious vinyl specimens. What times and memories.
My Saturdays were spent making a circuit of the key shops – Sheridans, Norman’s Place, Book and Record Exchange, E&M Mart, Pool’s Corner – in search of the albums that mattered. It was a fun hunt. Every week I’d go home clutching a handful of albums to be drooled over and play. Every Saturday was spent meeting up with like-minded people for a chat about music, an exchange of ideas and a general how’s-your-father. Friendships grew out of those times.
Sydney Scarborough, situated under City Hall, was one of those magic places where you could go in and find something special. It didn’t just stock the hits. There was a magic about it. No trip was complete until you’d browsed through those racks.
Next door to Rich Duffy-Howard’s photographic exhibition is an exhibition about Sydney Scarborough’s. It filled me with nostalgia!!
Where have those days gone?