The King Biscuit Flour Hour 1973

I miss sitting on a stoop doing absolutely nothing with a few friends for several hours.

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If you don't know, every street light pole in New York City used to have a regular electric socket in the base panel. If you popped the panel off you could plug in your music.

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We wheeled our Lp albums down Carl Schurz Park in a permanently borrowed Daitch Shopwell shopping cart, and lugged along a full stereo system to the park for the King Biscuit Flour Hour on Sunday nights.

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That eventually got shot down by an angry Gracie Terrace mob.

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Our music bounced off their tall buildings, their sheer walls great for acoustics. We moved the party to John Jay Park, less affluent neighbors.

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