Flipping though the channels, I saw something sort of unappealing. "Who are those geezers ?" I asked. Mr. Nag, with his usual intuitiveness, said "Wow ,man, it's Cream." Who would've guessed? I remember when one of my high school boyfriends, Roddy MacAlpine, used to play Cream records on a little record player (one of those cardboard jobs we had in the 60's) down by his locker in the basement near the boiler room of Merivale High School. He incurred the wrath of the powers that were for these impromptu concerts. But then Roddy was always incurring someone's wrath. I still love the music but it somehow disturbs me to see it played by three old men.
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