Derek Brook and Earthquake, the accidental record shop
This is Derek Brook, accidental record shop manager. From 1976 for seven years, the doorway of Earthquake records was the threshold of a scene. Blissed-out West Coast psych imports rubbed against the first spitty shrapnel shards of punk. Behind its counter - scrounged from a Rawlinson Street Chippy - Derek would sniff at your requests, get you to an all dayer at Knebworth to hear something better, and flog you his Vindicator fanzine to read on the coach. Derek gave me a morning and told me the story of the shop. Born out of a need to do something -anything- for a year while waiting to do a Uni research project on footy hooliganism, Earthquake was different: it was open when everyone else was shut; it recognised that you might want to actually hear records before you paid for them, and it understood that local scenes need a place to coalesce, a home-made place, built from the ground up where a small town's 2 Captain Beefheart fans can...