I stopped by the second-hand store yesterday to pick up a couple of things and I started rifling through the old video cassettes. Ooooh. I found one labelled "1993 Baseball All-Star Game". The thrill! God, it was like finding a set of those upside-down airplane stamps! I held the tape in my hands and got that faraway look in my eyes, remembering the past. 1993. The opening to "All Along the Watchtower" started playing in my head and I heard machine gun fire and smelled the smoke of gunpowder and opium.
Later that night, after the baseball game, I re-hooked up my VCR (mustard and mayonnaise, then ketchup) and popped it in. Nothing! Just the scraggly, grey bars of unrecorded tape!
Hells bells. I'm going to try someone else's VCR because I am dying, here.
Al I am saying is give peace a chance.