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Strobe #6

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"This is Strobe a new concept in radio programming".  Where we resurrect underground freeform radio circa 1968-1972 STROBE Magazine - Issue #1.  Find it here:   Strobe Magazine:

Captain Sterling's Wicked Pirate of Love

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Captain Sterling's Pirate Radio Party, "Where Pirate Radio Meets Psychedelic Dreams on a Hard Day's Night"

Wonderful Day - A California Love-In (on 8-Track)

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  A fascinating collection that celebrates the vibrant sounds of the late 1960s.  Contains previously uncompiled or forgotten material of Psychedelic and Pop groups from the Californian '60s. A companion to our Wonderful Day 8-Track. Counter Culture Theatre presents The Love-Ins (1967). Press Play below and go full screen.      

Owl Sun

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  In the witching hour Owl Sun plays an hour of music to lead you from the deep night into another day. Owl Sun #2   Owl Sun #3  

Strobe #5

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 "This is Strobe a new concept in radio programming".  Where we resurrect underground freeform radio circa 1968-1972 Let's get real authentic. Press play below after starting the playlist above, set the volume at 25% on the turntable video, go full screen and freak out.  

Brother Love Presents - Eye Lights

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Brother Love takes us underground to a room full of light, different color light that will BLOW YOUR MIND!  Dozens of Eye Lights will be used to FREAK YOU OUT!

The Legend of the Man With No Name 1984

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The desert has a way of holding secrets. Some say it's the heat, the emptiness, the vast expanse of sand and rock that stretches farther than the mind can comprehend. Out there, time moves differently. Reality slips, and you're left alone with whatever's lurking in the cracks. That’s where the Man with No Name broadcast his final show—ten years ago. The legend was born that night, and though his voice vanished, it never quite left. I was sent to uncover it. And maybe, just maybe, to finally let it rest. It’s been a decade since the world last heard from the Man with No Name. Ten years since he disappeared into the desert without a trace. They found his van. They found the equipment. But him? Gone. Me? I’m just a radio producer—washed-up, graying, with a desk cluttered with papers, cassette tapes, and old, forgotten records. The kind of guy who lived through the glory days of FM radio, only to watch it commercialize into something unrecognizable. Then, one day, the package s