Monday, 5 November 2018

travelling notes (lxxiv)


Once, in a foreign record store, I saw a young man guiding this tall long-haired Italian girl through endless rows of LPs and trying to explain to her which ones to get. The whole thing seemed ludicrous until at some point it transpired that the girl was looking for a vinyl record to impress her boyfriend that very night. The young man was supposed to give her sage counsel. As we came together to the counter, I noticed she was buying an early Bob Dylan LP. I have no idea whether it worked or not, but to this day I think she should have chosen Leonard Cohen.