Just a little Blue Oyster Cult for a Tuesday. The title is from the song Subhuman, off the album "Secret Treaties". Back the days before they became huge (with the release of "Don't Fear The Reaper"), we'd listen to Blue Oyster Cult and try to figure out the lyrics. Back then, if you sent an SASE, they'd send you a computer printout of the lyrics, on tractor-feed green-bar computer paper. We're talking 70's hi-tech. And yes, I had 'em. Not that it helped make actual sense out of the songs. I still have a page of them. They'd probably fetch a fortune on eBay if they were in semi-decent shape. But who thinks of these things when they're 18 and things like the internet don't exist?
And we'll top it off with a photo of me, from '77 / '78 time frame: I was so young!