The Ryno Pen

Room must be made, and crap must be hoiked.

I couldn’t find a home for over ten years of Keyboard, and other music magazines, so off they go, to become perhaps the toilet-paper of tomorrow…


^{The Magic Spray has been applied!}

I’m consigning these magazines to the recycling with mixed emotions.

^{Some are so old, Eno still had HAIR!}

The writers gave me a lot to think about, but I hardly ever re-read their words. I’m still not sure why I haung on to the mags so desperately.

^{Some of these magazines have followed me around for more than twenty years.}

It’s been, in a way, like being Marley’s ghost, with a chain of glossies tied to my foot, so I can never progress at my own speed.

^{I better let go of the blighters while I’m breathing}

So long, magazines. You didn’t die in vain. With a little more work, I’ll have enough room to make music again, at least as much as my knackered nerves will let me.

Thanks for the memories one last time.

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