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Chapter One: The Shed, The Tapes, The First Release

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Concerning the past and present as illuminated by the shed, the music found on the Lost Tapes, the thieves who reminded me there was a shed and whose work there made me think about what might be in all those boxes....




In the Summer I went to my home town to clear a broken-windowed, doorless, rusting corrugated iron shed of everything three generations of my family had once considered worth keeping. Books, letters, military service medals from two world wars. Shoes, teapots, vases, tea sets, china figurines. Balls, bats, hammers, saws and rotary dial telephones. Tobacco pipes: Churchwarden, Billiard, Clay, Meerschaum, Briar. Ashtrays, tobacco tins, cigarette lighters and bakelite cabinet radios. Indian clubs, wax phonograph cylinders; fading tallboys, chests of drawers and chairs. And so on. But the big surprise was, in a couple of disintegrating cardboard boxes and an ancient leather suitcase I got in some op-shop in Sydney, on various reels of 1/4 inch magnetic tape, I found pretty m…