Nineteen days into my 'daily countdown to RSD', Fussbook clobbered me with a ban, citing that my post violated their 'Human Trafficking' rules. A couple of years ago, I faced a similar ban for posting a photo of the front cover of Roxy Music's Country Life record sleeve.
So here I am, migrating my previous posts to this blog, withdrawing my free content from the Fussbook platform.
Here is a reproduction of my Day 19 post, as best as I can remember it (Fussbook deletes banned posts pending the possibility of randomized review)
As threatened, throughout April - in celebration of Record Store Day - I offer up a daily post related to all things record shop.
And if any of it sounds like a Manifesto, consider it good practice for my election campaign next year.
Day Nineteen of this steaming pile of japery, kinghell boring bullshit and contentious nonsense...
19/04/22
'In inininininin HMV, he was nineteen
In HMV, he was nineteen
N-n-n-n-nineteen' - Paul Hardcastle, 19
In HMV, he was nineteen
N-n-n-n-nineteen' - Paul Hardcastle, 19
I started working in record shops when I was 19. Most people work in records shops for a few years, grow up, and then get a proper job. My ex-colleagues are teachers, nurses, social workers and HR managers. Basically jobs that nurture, coach, care and protect people. Someone smarter than me will think about that and write a book about it.
It's fair to say that doing what I do for so long has kept me in a state of arrested development. Which is fine by me, except when I need to reach something down from the top shelf.
When I was 19...HMV was phasing out records...Laser Discs were the bleeding edge in home entertainment...cassette singles were a thing...Akira had just been released on video...I met all my girlfriends in record shops...I didn't know the dangers of a slab of ex lax...Whitney Houston was Christmas number one with 'I Ill Always Love You...I couldn't imagine things would get worse the following Christmas when the abomination known as Mr Blobby reached Christmas number one with 'Mr Blobby'...I had know idea I'd still be doing this 30 years later...