When Jimi uttered that fateful epithet eons ago, while simultaneously playing some damn fine surf music, he set something off in my brain. He created within my sleepy noggin a slippery antagonism toward insipid surfer clap-trap which in turn was offset by a lust for guitars drenched in space-cadet reverb cast into a bleating rhythmic fugue. I don't scour the internet looking for surf music...it l
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