I used to be in the habit of filing related items in records. One thing that found its way into an album by San Francisco punk band The Mutants was a flyer for a gig. Ripped from a telephone pole in Berkeley and stored in Sherman Oaks for 40 years. I wish I did it more. These things are now highly collectable
It lived in their only album - Fun Terminal. I loved this band. They had a sense of fun that eluded the next wave of punks.
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