Mo. Jun 12
Struggling to shrug off our slothful weekend Chris and I squint our way into an uncompromising daylight. A brief hesitation on the Hauptstraße to squelch a gratifyingly stodgy Bäckerei Frühstück down our gullets afore a slip up Akazienstaße and into DoubleEye for some serious caffeination: finally we emerge fortified, energised, even feverish for a good few hours getting down and dirty to our favourite activity… yes, I mean yet more record shopping.
I am lucky to find myself living a mere hop and skip from Dodo Beach, one of the finest record stores I have ever had the pleasure of perusing, so to bring Chris here is rather a joy. A journey of joy. A slog of joy. A marathon of joy incorporating many cups of water, a cheeky slink off home by someone who shall remain nameless* to see a man about a dog (*yes it me), and a half-time pit stop at Hannibal for necessary-to-function burger/beer consumption and Discogs consultation before heading back to Dodo Beach for Part Zwei: Das Purchasing. Do we decide what to buy before closing time, or become lost to the furthest dusty reaches of the basement racks forever? Find out in tomorrow’s instalment... if indeed there is one.
