The first record I owned, Stars on 45: The Beatles, if you must know, was a prize I won at the school end of year party. I won it by winning a disco dancing competition. This remains the one and only prize I have won for dancing, which if you have ever been unfortunate enough to watch me dance, you will know is just as it should be. It was in many ways a triumph that a boy with two left feet should win such a contest, but I knew enough even then to know it would never be classified as anything more than a “minor success”.
But celebrating life’s minor successes is something I am all for. Didn’t burn the toast this morning? Give yourself a pat on the back. Manage to smile at the boss this morning without him/her noticing how hungover you were? Give yourself an extra hour of sleep at the desk. Kids in bed without a major scene? Crack open that second bottle of champagne…
Today is the second anniversary of Every Record Tells A Story. A minor, but satisfying landmark. Since that first tentative post – which mentioned the disco dancing story – nearly three hundred posts have followed. It’s a colossal waste of time if you look at it in one way, but on the other hand it’s MY colossal waste of time, and I thank you for dropping by, reading the odd article from time to time and sharing the pain…
It feels like I should be taking stock and reflecting on the last couple of years, but life is too busy for all that. There’s some more stuff to write on people like Stevie Ray Vaughan, Son House and Led Zeppelin. Temples have a new album out soon. And The Horrors. Beck’s new record sounds amazing – I can’t wait to hear the album. Classic Rock Magazine has been back in touch – for a small piece in the magazine this time, and who knows what other fun things might be in store?
Like I said, minor successes. And all worth celebrating in one way or another. Thanks again for checking in: there’ll be something new to celebrate on Every Record Tells A Story tomorrow.
Every record tells a story 
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