I opened Left For Dead in the winter of 2013. Back then the shop was based in the Custard Factory in Digbeth, Birmingham.

18 months later I relocated the shop to Wyle Cop, Shrewsbury. Contrary to popular opinion, it is not my intention to have left for dead shops on every high street in the country. I think the internet and/or the economy has already beaten me to that.

Back in 2012 I did a great thing. I got married, and my wife and I spent a year travelling. The name of the shop, Left For Dead, was conceived in the back of camper van in the Australian outback, with the milky way overhead and Ryan Adams’ Heartbreaker on the stereo. The germ of the idea of my own shop, though, came much earlier.

Now I think about it, probably around 1992 when I dropped out of art college and got a job with HMV. Up until the time of our wedding I’d spent my entire adult life working in record shops. Well, apart from the time I took a year off in 2004 because I’d had enough of the bullshit of computer games replacing records on our shelves and had some kind of righteous breakdown. But that’s another story.

Anyway, after managing shops for HMV, Fopp and Rise I finally stuck my neck out. It had only taken me 20 years.

For me, the name Left For Dead summed up the music industry’s (and pretty much everyone else’s) apparent attitude towards independent record shops. No one brought records anymore, did they?

It was meant to be ironic…

Left For Dead is about championing new music and giving exposure to those artists that might otherwise be overlooked in a marketplace crowded with x factor rubbish. As well as records and CDs that I like, we also stock a range of books I think you should read and gifts I’d be happy to receive myself.