The record shop in Preston market square was where I remember going with Mother getting the latest Beatles singles when they came out in the 60s. It was a modern shop with listening booths that I later visited to hear weird and unknown sounds from the Progressive section of the racks and racks of albums that lined the shop.
When I was at boarding school at Rossall we spent hours hanging out in Cobweb records in Cleveleys which is where I got my education. The guys who ran it were great; after buying the Velvet Underground second album I took it back to school and hated it [a hate since overcome] so much that I took it back and swapped it for one by Roy Buchanan.
By the time I was in the 6th form the family had moved to Ulverston in Cumbria; here was a typical small town mom & pop record shop that also sold guitars. I saved until I could buy the Avon SG copy that stood proud in the window. Record wise they had a few imports [I got James Brown - Payback there, a sparse double album] and could get northern soul singles [George Bad Benson - Supership].
When I stayed at my Auntie Alison's in Oxford I could go to the brilliant shop in Little Clarendon Street - loads of imports and rare stuff. I think I got Ohio Players - Fire and Jefferson Starship - Dragonfly.
Visiting universities in my final year at school gave me a chance to check out record shops in those cities I visited. In Birmingham I found the Virgin Record shop, the hippest underground type of shop you could find then, up some dingy stairs and into a gloomy treasure chest [I came out with Carla Bley - Escalator Over The Hill].
The non related photo is of the cattle on the Moor with one canine impostor.
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