I remember the magic music magazines had on me as an impressionable teen & emphatic music lover. Magazines were different then, they contained more interviews with artists & singers and all the people I would stare at each saturday morning watching rage and wondering what would it be like to be on the other side of the screen. Magazines for me were like smatterings of magic dust from my favourite artists in print for me to devour each and every word that was printed. I studied their pictures like I would be tested on it later to see if I knew what colour socks they were wearing, or what colour nail polish they had on. To me it was my own personal peek into their lives, what made them write those lyrics, feel that pain, or compose those melodies. Music Mags simply unlocked a world to me that made me feel like I had some kind of connection to these artists that in turn dictated the soundtrack to my twisted youth. I was so grateful for newsagents, I mean you weren't meant to read magazines without first purchasing them, but I had mastered the art of perusal while secretly reading slabs of an article from Rolling Stone, sometimes I would need multiple visits to finish the interview, but it was always worth it. I would live off those snapshots of their lives until I could listen to their next single or their next album, or at least until the next interview was in print......
