I spent a great deal of time in my youth in record shops. A gathering place for listening and searching through stacks of high quality 12” album covers. I walked past this almost abandoned one in Madrid, twice. The painting on the shutter is based on the cover of the album ‘The Beatles for Sale’. Its primitive style serves to depersonalize the particular individuals to a point where they could be any 4 piece rock band from a template that defined an era, anywhere from ‘64 to ‘94.

There’s something about that high point of the Record in which the sound remains frozen in time while the music is no longer “the new sound”, the audience no longer young and a generation of musicians no longer with us, rolling off the stage as their discs continue to spin in their absence. . . the building waiting to become something else. . . .