My day doesn't really gather traction these days until I get a record on and set the scene and then we begin to slip into the lane, and gather speed and I find myself carried back to a time and place. This morning Dortmund, Germany 1992 - 1994/ The time of Grunge. I was still buying records though I had no player of my own. I recorded the records I bought at a friends and listened to them in the basic tape recorder in my room.
I was living in a very basic bedsit ten minutes from the language school I worked at. Around the corner from a launderette. A trink halle in a hole in the wall across the road from me. A place to buy beer, cigarettes and basic provisions. With a BVB fanatic called Werner who didn't know my name so called me Bob. I had a great set of friends. I was young though I didn't really realise it. I struggled with young emotions.
I listened to Saturation a lot. It adhered to old school values, was very, very Seventies while slotting into Grunge susceptibilities . But they knew their Cheap Trick. Their Foghat,. They sailed away on a crystal ship. Like a bottle of fur. Missing the smell of her. Those were the times.
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