A wonderful story of love’s labours lost from Limerick, courtesy of musician Stephen Purcell.
True story! 20 years ago my first band recorded an album for an independent label. At the juvenile age of 16, we were in our element heading in and out of a 48 track studio over the course of three months fulfilling our “artistic vision.”
During the mixing process, the label informed us that they were shutting up shop and releasing the roster from their contracts. The album was shelved :( Not only was it shelved, the only master copy in existence went missing.
In a weird turn of events, 20 years to the year, the master has turned up. How? Well, yesterday I was moving some boxes about and ended up flicking through a box of labeled and unlabeled blank CDs. Among them was a disc labeled, ‘Figment – 4 Tracks.’ To say I was surprised would be an understatement. It gets better. When I put the ‘4 track’ CD into my system, it listed 10 tracks. I thought, “no fucking way.” I had found the bloody album!!
So, after a day of nostalgic whatsapp group messaging between all involved, I thought I’d share our little feel good story for those of you battling Trumpitis. If brattish, 90’s guitar-pop is your thing, check it out, it’s free!
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