36  The house was squeezed between a noodle factory and a fortune cookie factory. It still had fruit trees in the backyard. We hung an old Coke sign painted gold on the garden wall as a gong and  kept a 16' length of drain pipe on hand as an echo chamber. Bicycles hung from the ceiling. There was an endless stream of visitors but one in particular deserves mention. Jed Van had been mistaken as an eccentric when he appeared at the radio station with a box of tapes to give away, so naturally he was referred to HP. He turned out to be a seasoned road man and raconteur who had hung out with the Berbers during the Spanish civil war and worked as a boiler maker in Zaire during the sixties. The nightclubs of Lubumbashi were full of a new kind of music at that time combining electric guitar with traditional drums. Jed had taped hundreds of hours of this music. It was a gold mine.   HB