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Harold’s Attic Desk



The magical cleanliness of Harold’s Attic, a place from where  lovely tunes emanate softly though the rest of the house. have a listen too !!

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  1. 02/03/2009 2:58 pm

    Illusion shattered.

    I pictured the attic to be a dusty musty smoke haze – light just about creeping through a cracked and filthy window in the ceiling, spilling through the atmosphere onto stacks and stacks of vinyl in broken boxes; egg box walls falling off to reveal peeling paint or century old embossed wallpaper.
    Microphones swaying from adjustable arms overhead, analogue reel-to-reel tape machines, one of the earliest model CD players and record decks hooked up together in some impossible mess of wires into a lever controlled mixing desk from which a single cable, cut, taped and recut and taped again to produce a glinting mini-jack would plug into an obviously out of place laptop – the only gateway to modern technology.

  2. 03/03/2009 9:58 pm

    Oh Christ. What Pryin said. All of it.

    Could you please take this down and replace it with some kind of mocked up version of the description above? Or you know, just leave my shattered dreams up there for all to see.

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