I was recently at a particularly unusual junk shop in a nearby city. I had heard about the place the day before by visiting other junque stores in the area. When I arrived at the store the next day the proprietor was just opening the place up and a Lord Buckley record was on the house sound system. It was quite an amazing shop, museum-like with it's displays, part funhouse and part theater of the bizarre with it's tiny twisting and turning aisleways, things hanging from all over the ceiling, stacked in huge mounds, psychedelic lighting, incense burning, a sensual feast. Once you went in you weren't altogether certain whether you could find your way out and all the while Lord Buckley's endless rap about one subject or another melting on and on, blending poetic political rant into a seamless almost mesmerizing sermon until I felt a flashback coming on and then there it was, the doorway to the outside and the sunlight. I felt like some kind of rodent lost in a maze of subterranean tunnels and then finally finding the one that leads to the surface and fresh air.

On top of all that I managed to find a early Hawaiian koawood uke hanging way up high near ceiling by the garage door entrance for a bargain price. So, the trip was well worth my time. I can't remember when I've had so much fun in a store!

I think I've got an album around here somewhere of Lord Buckley's stuff.