I mentioned in an earlier post about getting high and watching stupid 80's movies while in college. Continuing that theme, and the reminiscences and fondness and reappearance of simpler times when deep thoughts were cheaply derived and spent. I was reminded of an album called Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield that famously incorporated what is popularly known as the "Exorcist's Theme," in a way that made getting high, and driving to the beach with life-long friends all the more surreal and super-cool! And yet, Tubular bells is so much more for me... at least. The entire album was a spectacular masterpiece of paced hypnotic, slow-motion crescendo, and back when you had to get up and flip over the vinyl and very easily damaged (i.e., scratched) disk and drop the synthetic diamond-electrode attached tip of your turntable's arm into a microscopic valley of millions of undulating bumps and smooth troughs like so many tiny luge runs, that were inversely pressed their by t...
"I’ll have the lot."
"A wise choice, monsieur! And now, ’ow would you like it served? All, uh, mixed up togezher in a bucket?"