This poem is a rewrite. You can read the last version here. I was never satisfied with the poem and recently rewrote it.
Soundtrack for a Charity Shop
James Last is first
because you can usually find
one of his long players
in the record rack
alongside a Johnny Mathis,
both sold millions back in the day.
They front the line of budget classics
Beethoven’s greatest hits etc.
[capitalism camouflaged as culture].
I think I’d rather go to the
Fifty Top Tune Banjo Party
than listen to Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Requiem
every last copy is in mint condition
because nobody could face listening
to it more than once.
And all the prices have gone up
ever since the staff started googling Discogs,
just because a mint first pressing is worth real money
this scratched and battered reprint
has not the same value
but they never listen when you try to tell them.
It is now longer than it previously was and I think the more conversational style works better. It also struck me that the opening line was reasonably funny. In the six years since I first had the idea to write about LPs in charity shops the times have changed. Vinyl is once more hip. I read in a survey of young people's music habits that having a record player was indicative being an authentic fan and apparently 80% of those interviewed owned decks. Just like when I was young.
Speaking of those days I was listening to Smith, Perkins and Smith recently. They released one album on Island in 1972.
Until next time.
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