grantgoddard
"It's for you," shouted the man behind the counter, holding the telephone handset at arm's length toward me after having answered the call.
"For me?" I echoed incredulously. "But nobody even knows I'm here!"
I was standing in a shop, but not just any shop. This was a record shop. I dread to calculate how many thousand hours I must have spent in record shops over the last half-century, thumbing through vinyl. It started with my first record purchase in 1968, from Dykes Records in Camberley, of the novelty single 'Cinderella Rockefella', after it was performed on The Eammon Andrews Show. In the early 1970's, my first 'job' was helping during lunch breaks in the 'Recordwise' shop opposite my school in Egham where owner Adam Gibbs paid me in vinyl rather than cash. He taught me so much about the retail end of the music industry inside his huge, well stocked record shop, while my classmates were otherwise occupied feeding their pocket money into a nearby café's pinball machines.