In a record store in Ponsonby a couple of days back I was buying yet another long player. For no particular reason beyond the fact that I didn’t have it – oh, and it was a numbered limited edition in a white cardboard sleeve devoid of any information and thus desirable – I was buying a mono pressing of Paul & Linda McCartney’s 1971 much acclaimed, although it took a few years, pop masterpiece, Ram.
I have this record – the stereo version that is, as the mono was mostly unreleased until 2012 outside a few South American countries – many times over. I have three New Zealand vinyl pressings (different labels so compulsory purchases), two US versions, two UK vinyl copies, three times on CD, and a Russian copy for good measure. I may also have an Australian copy but who knows for sure…
An in-depth and hugely readable history of The Fold, one of the more obscure mid 80s Flying Nun acts (although I’m not sure if post-punk is really an appropriate term – that bird had largely flown by the time) out of Auckland.
Who they were, why they didn’t work and what became of their records – and them – is all here. (h/t Michael Upton)
Does he miss it? “Oh yeah, course. A lot of times I remember it as fabulous. But I can’t do that and have the life I have. And I ain’t gonna sink the ship just so I can feel a bit better. If I live ’til I’m 80, I fully intend to reacquaint myself with the world of opiate drugs. I think it’s ideal for the elderly. It should be there for the asking. If you’re over 70, you should be able to go and say, ‘Just give me some diamorphine and I won’t mither you any more.’”