From Popular Science, 1920.
Advanced record-selling techniques here, and one sure way to avoid free(down)loaders.
I wish I'd thought of this during the days of the recorde shoppe. I could have phoned up Black Market in Soho, for instance, and asked to hear the new 4hero 12". Do you think they would have been as obliging as the woman in the photo below?
In a hauntological time warp frame of mind, I like to imagine she's playing the prospective buyer a new album by The Caretaker. James Kirby's Selected Memories From The Haunted Ballroom fits the image perfectly...