From The Guardian:
When we asked readers to share their stories, we had no idea we’d get such a great response. Here’s a handful of the replies we’ve received.
Through my late teens I worked in both major and independent record stores. My time working in an independent massively broadened my musical landscape and cemented my love of vinyl. It was during the heyday of independent labels such as Metalheadz and Mo’ Wax, and the excitement of unpacking boxes of new releases never disappeared. Long live record stores and the amazing culture that goes with them – the memories attached to each piece of vinyl I own have never been matched by the unknown hard drive full of miscellaneous MP3s.
I own an independent record shop in Hull. Every day I encounter interesting people, some passionate, some cynical, some eccentric, but all have a common interest in music. People love browsing through records, sharing stories. You learn so much about a person by what their taste in music is.
I had to wait until I was 18 years old, the minimum age restriction, before I could submit an application. Submit I did and in 1989 I was soon working for Our Price Music. Being surrounded by rows and rows of back-catalogue vinyl was a dream come true. We sold other formats, of course, but they didn’t possess the allure of vinyl. With no other means available for purchasing music I felt like a custodian, a gatekeeper to the music that the less fortunate on the other side of the counter (where I had once been) wished to access. The customer brought their choice of empty sleeve to the counter and only by handing it (and the cash) to staff would it come back to them as the music they would play first thing on returning home. With each transaction I played my role in making aural desires come true. Great colleagues. The best job.
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