Welcome dear reader,

You have just stumbled upon a very tiny but very dear project and a source for mind-expanding music discoveries. A growing archive of long-lost or nearly forgotten about albums.

This is not commercial. It’s not hectic. Not frantic. Nor is it competing with anyone or anything out there.

This is quiet. Exists on its own, but can bring you joy nonetheless. It’ll be here for your use. It’ll be here when you’ve forgotten about it and then remember again. It won’t run away like most things do these days.

It will linger.

And it hopes you’ll find something on here that will linger inside you too.


On every Sunday, approximately at 6 in the afternoon, a record you may or may not know about will be uploaded to the blog page.

Although most of these records at some point vanished from stores (or never arrived there at all) doesn’t mean we should forget about them, hopefully you will think so too and come back often – for the records and for you.

Why myosotis?

Myosotis are flowers. More commonly known as forget-me-nots.

The name originated in a Greek legend:

Once the Creator Of Existence or God, whatever you prefer, had finished giving the flowers their colours, he heard a faint whisper – “Forget me not, O’ Lord!”  Nothing but a very small amount of blue was left, but the flower was delighted to wear such a light blue shade.

Centuries later, the writer Henry David Thoreau pondered over a Myosotis and thought:

The mouse-ear forget-me-not, Myosotis laxa, has now extended its racemes very much, and hangs over the edge of the brook. It is one of the most interesting minute flowers. It is the more beautiful for being small and unpretending; even flowers must be modest.

Every record in the archive is a little whisper in your ear – “Forget me not!” – and is beautiful and modest in its own particular way.

We’ll be full of flowers here, if we keep watering.