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Where were you when you heard that defining record, that sound, that something that seemed to be an unearthly bolt from the blue, an indefinably moving sound that eats up your senses and tells you nothing is how it seems and won't be ever again?
I was driving a beat up jeep around the hills in Wakayama, they weren't my wheels and it only had a tape deck. I had bored of the tapes in the glovebox when I remembered that tape grubbily pressed into my hands the previous night by a friend -'listen to this, her voice could turn water to wine' ...I fumbled with the eject button to get the tape in....
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