“Some lady overheard Andrew & I talking about music last week at the record store and handed me a cassette tape in a sandwich bag with a piece of paper in it that just said “DJ MICKEY FOR THE CHILDREN.”
She smelled like wood varnish and said some shit in gibberish. We tried to ask her what it sounded like and then she laughed menacingly, walked away and left the store. Andrew went outside to smoke a cigarette and saw her passed out on a bench with a metal canister of something. Needless to say I didn’t want to wake her up and ask more questions so we left, quickly.
You should put it on your website, its pretty weird shit.”
I decided to take his advice. Enjoy.