Not uncommon in the mid-70's to go to a suburban house of a friend or acquaintance... parents out of town for the weekend...upwards of 40 "teenager" cars strung out along suburban streets and cul de sacs...to drink a lot, smoke weed and hi-jack the stereo. When a couple of us would tire of hearing Steely Dan or Little Feat for the zillionth time, we would move to the stereo system, appear to appreciate it's quality or brand; Pioneer, Marantz, etc., and begin to ease the volume down as if the track was ending. The other co-conspirator(s) would be prepared to quickly switch records to something less cheesy or straight. It could be Jimi Hendrix, Weather Report, Stanley Clarke, Frank Zappa or Billy Cobham...
At the time, I was miserable, struggling with existential fear and good old fashioned alienation.
Still, good music, good times.
UPDATED: An actual house party, the Spears', 1976. My back is to the camera.
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