Lying awake in my Black Forest hotel room in the early hours of the morning, I tuned into the pounding, relentless rhythm of the Soviet radio-blocking signal, and I heard music.
This was years before all the rave parties. Those Eastern Block technos knew what they were doing.
Rockski and Rollski; the scourge of the hard-working Communist party member.
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