"stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be..."
The first threads, silvery bright as a spring moon, the secret AM radio waves traversing the nighttime ionosphere 800 miles from KOMA in Oklahoma to my bedside in the high Wyoming desert, the sixties unfolding to impressionable ears.
Fifty-plus years on, Bandcamp proves there is silver yet to be found.
