In my senior year at Brown, I had the most tricked-out room in the fraternity. The stereo would come on when you unlocked the door, there was a room control panel that I had designed and built within the reach of my bed, the color organ (my winning senior year project) mesmerized all who engaged in certain substances, a mini fridge, which I had modified to hold enough beer bottles to float the whole fraternity.
As I've mentioned in the past, all this oddly did not result in the chick magnet I had intended.
Instead, I would get Tim Spander popping by, ELP album in hand to hear - and watch - Tank. ELP's (Emerson, Lake and Palmer for you musically restricted) musical genius was the synthesizer, and when their music was hot (as with Tank), it was spectacularly so. With Don Leftover moved off campus, taking his Wharfdales with him, mine was the hottest stereo in the fraternity.
We didn't merely listen to Tank. We participated. One practice was to light matches right in front of my speakers to see if the base line in Tank would blow them out. Tank never let us down.
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