How much is it? Cheaper to download online. Why would I bother. You tell me. I can’t really imagine why I’d buy this.
No, really listen.
Sounds like indie guitar whining to me. Can’t really take that seriously. Why would I want this?
Because I’m telling you, it ïs gud. Really good. It will take you places.
Sounds like bollocks. Tell me something interesting about this so called music. I can’t fin anything in here to hold on to.
Hold onto me.
A pause. Looking at the cover of the CD, slightly screatched case, somehow hidden or secret, some depth is revealed, the music opens the whilne diminishes, falling out of time for a moment.
Broken. By discography, a long tale of who what and when about this artist. I don’t care, can’t listen, all lost.
I just want that moment back please. When the cover and the sound came together and I felt held.
I buy. I take home. I listen and look and search for that moment. Again and Again.
This from a writing exercise by Libby Davy where we took a random receipt and wrote about it. My receipt was for a CD purchased from Resident in Brighton.