Whoosh – into the skip

Anyone who thought that I could not fill a skip with junk was very much mistaken. Whoosh – so much has been thrown out this week and mostly it feels very good to be rid of it.

Now, with the skip filling up and confronted by 2 record playing turntables and a pile of old LPs that you have not listened to in over 20 years, do you throw them straight away or do you think, "Hmm, I wonder if I want to listen to this?"

Before long, one has connected the wires to allow one to record long lost sentiment onto one’s iRiver.

Most of the records got chucked, but a few fascinated me enough to want to hear them again.

For the record, these are the memories that are spinning on planet Holdsworth this week:

• Terry Jacks – Seasons in the Sun – memories of a relationship long, long ago. (I have an uncomfortable feeling that I perhaps should have given this back – it certainly wasn’t mine). Fabulous cheesy 1970’s key changes.
• The 20th Century Folk Mass – absolutely madness and nothing to do with folk music – think big bands and you are nearly there.
• Tom Gilfellon – In the Middle of the Tune. A folky LP unavailable on CD. TG was a High Level Ranter.
• A Pete Coe record – similar north of England folky stuff to sing and dance to.
• Searchlight by Runrig – another relationship of only slightly less long ago.

I was certainly a different person when I was buying records. These days I listen to a lot more choral music than the orchestral stuff the predominates in the pile.

Deep in the collection was the first LP I bought – Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Variations. Purchased in the record shop in Milngavie, I seem to recall.