The Thousands

I haven’t been to Porthole Records for a while ’cause I’m always broke. But I think I’m gonna get some money from writing this so maybe I’ll go buy a couple records. Circle of life stuff. Porthole was closed for a long time last year, cause the meth lab next door exploded and lots of stock was destroyed. So it goes. However a’ la Kevin Foley, impossible to sell apartments and patches of social dysfunction, Porthole is a Port Adelaide fixture and ain’t going down without a fight. Thank god, ’cause its the best record store in Adelaide; there I said it. And I like record stores. I’m no luddite or nothing, but the cornucopia of the webternet (wonderful, sure. Look, we’re on it!) isn’t always quite as fun as sifting through Porthole’s musty racks, harangued by old regulars who know just as much as blogs.

It’s got heaps of good stuff by the way, pretty cheap too. I got Live at the Witch Trials by the Fall for five bucks, and an original of that killer live Hawkwind one with the naked glowing space lady on the front. Although, now I think of it, I’m probably gonna have to give the money from writing this thing to Matt Banham, ’cause I bet him Callum would win Masterchef. Idiot.