The place i brought my first single freda payne deeper and deeper and many more from brees i also remember the soul import box.great memories spending all my pocket money in there. Comment: Micki Harding
Oh my gosh this was my saturday home in the 70s a great place to get those hard to find Reggae singles. Comment: Lee Gough.
(May 11, 2015) I ran the music department for nearly ten years when I was young. The Salems were the best employers I ever had. Most of the staff have passed on now and I don't suppose I will be long following, but I have happy memories of Brees. Brees was an old fashioned 'Grace Brothers' type store but the Salem's, who owned it, were the most wonderful people, and all of us were very happy for many years. I was on a good salary plus a profit share twice yearly, as were the other senior staff, but even counter hands were well looked after and always got a double pay packet at Christmas, something that you don't hear much of today. As one example of Mr Salem's humanity I think I can tell you, after all this time, that they preferred not to prosecute shoplifters and so far as I can remember , they never did. I was not allowed to call in the police or make a big issue of such occasions. They were banned but that was all. The Salem's were Jewish and Mr Salem senior had strong socialist principals. One day a customer, whom I later learnt, held extreme views, asked to try an accordion, he played quite well but I did not realise the tune he was playing was the "Horst-Vessel-Lied" a Nazi anthem with very bad connotations everywhere, disliked, particularly by the older generation that had been through the war, it was the equivalent of being racist today, only a thousand times more so. It was banned in Germany and never played by the BBC etc..Don't forget this was only twenty five years after the war. There was a torrent of complaints. I soon found I was in big trouble.The office sent for me to explain.Mr Salem was deeply upset . 'Anyone born in the wartime should know how offensive the song was surely?' But I was born at the end of the war and such things were not spoken about, they preferred to forget, the song was never ever broadcast and there were no recordings and no sheet music. I was treated with great courtesy and my assurance that I did not know the song in question was believed without question. I was told to put it out of mind,at the same time it must never ever occur again. The customer concerned returned to the store several weeks later and I asked him whether he knew what he was playing and he smiled and said 'oh yes, of course I did' , I mentioned there had been many complaints and that it had placed me in a difficult position, he just looked at me and said 'SO !' and walked out.
When I saw your site and read the Brees entry with the picture we used as a standard block, I can tell you, it brought tears to my eyes. How the years fly by.I will soon be joining the rest of the staff on the other side I expect, but I'm not worried,and one thing I am looking forward to is, seeing all the old team again. Comment: Barry Waterfield.
(September 17, 2015) I used to go into the Oadby shop with my nan each week when I was 5 and pick one 7 inch record. This carried on for years and I still collect vinyl today. I remember the shop well, my nan is 90 now and still lives in Oadby, happy memories. Comment: Ryan Brown.
It was me who played the accordion in Brees that day. I knew Barry for years, and playing that particular tune was a mistake, I had just learned it and was very surprised when Barry cam running down the stairs and told me to stop playing. I wonder if he ever forgot me asking him to find the sheet music for a tune called "Jennifer's Rabbit" ? I'd be pleased to be put in touch with him again.
I lived in Barkby when I was 13-16 and used to buy my albums at Brees as it was the first record shop you came to from the bus station.
There was a long row of album-holders along the left wall labelled "Underground" which was in itself a bit surprising as the shop was otherwise pretty straight and proper. As a young lad it felt a bit cool and exciting. This was around 1969-72 (a golden age of rock) and the album covers were fantastic.
There were 2 or 3 booths at the back where you could listen to stuff. I have a memory of the staff being a little stiff but not unfriendly.