Dave sat in his record shop wondering if the LP by a band called 'Cameltoe' was worth putting in the front window that day. He didn't think it was in very good taste to call a band a name like that. It wasn't even funny. It was demeaning. Marley would have a fit if she saw it.
But Dave had just found it. It had come in in a delivery from the States. A little junk shop near one of the ferries that ultimately connected with Victoria. Dave's friends had picked it up, thinking it was worth a listen. Dave had listened. It was a funky beat alright.
But Dave had just found it. It had come in in a delivery from the States. A little junk shop near one of the ferries that ultimately connected with Victoria. Dave's friends had picked it up, thinking it was worth a listen. Dave had listened. It was a funky beat alright.
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