Keith Mitchell recalls one of his visits to Ezy Ryder in the mid-seventies:
"I loved Ezy Rider Records stall in Greyfriars Market, which I remember from the mid 1970s. It was a delight to browse, superbly stocked, and great for rarities which were stashed out of harm's reach. I was a schoolkid from Fife and loved making trips to town on vinyl hunts, however, the main guy at Ezy Ryder was a diminutive, volatile, dark-haired chap with a Glasgow-type accent, the crabbiest record salesperson - or any kind of salesperson - I ever encountered anywhere in the world! He’d have been early to mid-20s, intimidating to a 13-15 year-old.
"In the early 1990s, living in Aberdeen, I attended a record fair; casually asking a stallholder if they had anything by Krautrock band Faust, I was stunned into silence by a mighty roar of abuse “WE SELL MUSIC, NO F****** NOISE!!!” in that Glaswegian accent. I was certain, with such a random outburst of record rage, it could be none other than the crabby record stall guy from Ezy Ryder, with grey hairs added by the years."
