Max, God bless 'im, is presently at Glastonbury, preparing to follow in Uncle J's hippy footsteps. He has promised to try and bootleg Spinal Tap for me, and to gaze in awe at the programme, which features both Neil Young and Crosby, Stills and Nash, and hope (on J's behalf) that the rumours of a CSNY reunion are true. In the meantime, here is something rather excellent:
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