it all started with a fascination for rare records located deep in texas pawnshop cut out bins. it came together one late afternoon at a back o’ town chicken ‘n’ whatever joint called ludie mae’s.
a knife-wielding patron jumped into the open door of a long, black, early seventies oldsmobile. he was looking for cash and trouble. he demanded to know what the hell was on the numerous crazy-looking, home-brewed cassette tapes scattered across the dashboard.
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