The Complete Lost Katherine St Basement Tapes

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It's 1974 and in a basement rec room a corner of the room has been converted into an FM low power underground pirate radio station broadcasting deeper cuts from both mainstream and obscure albums of the 1967-1974 era to an audience in the Fairmont, West Virginia area dominated by 2 top 40 AM stations.  

Some reel-to-reel recordings have recently been uncovered.  We have named them the Lost Katherine Street Basement Tapes.  We thread the tape on a reel-to-reel player today press play and then.........

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