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“The smell of burning cornfields. Stock car racing and Swiss au- pair girls. It’s 1968 somewhere in south England. An elegant wreck of a Georgian mansion called Marden Hill has been turned into an artist’s community. Scarlet choirboys are terrorized by the children of painters, journalists, architects, explorers and racing car drivers. On Summer nights the villagers are scandalized by the sound of Dave Dee, Dozy and William wafting through the trees past midnight. In the Post Office there is talk of orgies to rival Nero’s. But when the police mount a raid they discover only quantities of children painted paperbacks, a pair of bloodstained trousers formerly the property of the Emperor Maximillian of Mexico, and a drawer of photographs of naked little girls with a covering letter from Salvador Dali. Even in Marden Hill time marches on. The Seventies arrive. The beatniks turn into hippies. The eighties arrive. The hippies become yuppies. There are debates about investment, quarrels about ownership. When a little parcel arrives from the police containing the Dali photographs they are thrown into a corner and forgotten until someone suggests cutting the signature of the letter and selling it.
“What about the photos?” says the former racing car driver, now an investment consultant.
“Send them to the kids-they still appreciate that stuff”.
“Which kids?”
“Our first marriages, remember. The kids we had then”
“Refresh my memory. What happened to them?”
“They went to London to play music. They call themselves Marden Hill. I got a postcard from William the other day. Seems they’ve made a record named after the mansion Dali build for Gala in Spain”
“How quaint. Well, send it to them, then. They will appreciate that sort of thing. Must be the way we brought them up. Lord the follies of youth!”
These are my galactic dreams, my company all those years. Without them I feel alone…….lost in a never-ending path that I’ve decided to follow……my only way to the stars! You know that it takes a lifetime of disappointment to turn a bitter man sexy, and this is the only truth.

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V.I.M.RECORDS (VERY IMPORTANT MUSIC) is an Electronic label launched back in 2007 in Thessaloniki, Greece. With three different divisions (V.I.M.BREAKS, V.I.M.TRONICA, V.I.M.TECH) and hunderds of releases by Greek and International artists V.I.M.RECORDS is one of the most creative and successful labels of the modern electronic scene! ... more

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