
Good afternoon, citizens.
Did you remember to clean your head? Good, then I shall begin.
In the dark days of yore, when travelling people in rainbow buses and scooped out vans, gathered together amongst the magic spell of diesel and woodsmoke, before the battle of the beanfield, and before the descent into heroin addiction destroyed the beautiful souls and thick wooly jumpers damp with patchouli oil, 
would crowd the open fire and from inside these buses, 
or from time to time, through the huge speakers that were the norm 
on boom boxes in the legendary eightees, the unique sounds of Gong, Hawkwind, The Ozric Tentacles, 
Pink Floyd  and Jethro Tull would perfume  the air, having travelled from vinyl,  and stored safely 
on the shelf  above the sink, amongst the herbs and spices, carried to this sacred place on the majesty of the 
Compact Cassette Tape, quite possibly similar to the two we see pictured here. The 80's was a complicated 
decade, and these two jpegs are a testament to that era of excess and deprivation:


Until next time...

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