I found a Sun Records 45 the other day and it triggered an overwhelming sense of deja vu, like I'd owned it before or like maybe, at some time in the past, I'd had a strong personal feeling about this song. I'd always poohooed the ideer of past lives, but I couldn't shake it.

Being alone one day in New York City, I thought about it some more and decided that maybe a gypsy psychic in the Lower Eastside near St. Mark's Place might offer some help. What did I have to lose? Her name was Madame Juli and she claimed to be a clairvoyant medium who could also balance and realign chakras. I explained what the feelings felt like and she thought that since music figured to be a major trigger for me, we could use that to help regress me to a past life. Being near a number of great record shops and being a music person herself, there were plenty of great 45's to listen to. I thought we would just use tarot cards or a ouija board, but yet, there we were, playing records from the 50's and 60's while I was under a deep hypnosis and all the while, recording the my recollections.

I've since listened to them a few times and transcribed part of them. I decided to leave out some of the details because I need to check some things out first and besides this isn't a diary entry, but I thought that most of the songs used would make a great mixtape. I added a relatively modern song or two as mood suited and all in all, I found it unsettling and beautiful what sort of fake(?) nostalgia that surf guitars can conjure.

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