Hudsons

Name: Lewis Horton
Comment: My first record shop - Hudsons in Chesterfield - closed its doors for the last time last Saturday, after 105 years.

Even if they did give my mum Bad Manners instead of Adam and The Ants that day - my first record should have been Dog Eat Dog, and I got Special Brew instead - of course it still holds a special place in my heart. RIP Hudsons. My friend wrote a blog piece about it if anyone is interested, which also includes a picture of their fantastic record bag.

Name: 32 rpm blog
Comment: Hudsons in Chesterfield has been there forever. It remembers the 1960s. It probably remembers two World Wars... f*** it, it probably remembers the Civil War. For me it will forever be defined by the awesome and slightly see-through yellow 12" bags with the black Hudsons logo on them. In later years I used to play 'name that record' through the piss-like hue that masked the album inside.

Even now years later I remember the staff that I used to annoy with my ridiculous requests, the once-everyday records that filled the racks, some of which I would gladly fill my time machine with as and when it gets built. £5.99 an album, doubles £7.99, Japanese imports £14.99. There was the girl I always had a crush on who only seemed to work weekends, I used to try and impress her by bringing random hip US indie to the counter. Keith the owner, a deadpan local with a radio voice: I remember him giving Our Price Records a lengthy berating the week it opened a few doors down. His daughter worked there too, don't remember her name but I do recall her putting things aside for me, metal things, Motley Crue things.