They were indeed emporiums for the counter culture,Nanohedron wrote:THOSE were the days: When a head shop was not just a one-trick-pony paraphernalia boutique, but a hallowed node of world culture and underground publishing. If you were out of patchouli oil, you didn't go to the pharmacy, but to the head shop. Turquoise? The head shop. R. Crumb comics? Exotic scarves and other oddments from what might as well have been Timbuktu? The head shop. I don't remember it, but I had to have seen one of those flutesque whistles at some time in such places.oleorezinator wrote:I have one without the bell.
I bought mine at a head shop in my
misspent youth.
not just dope gadgets. Clothing was a big item in some
eclipsing all else. Another instrument that I bought at
The Fifty Kings in Scranton Pa. was a Hugh Tracey thumb piano.
An item that didn't appear in music stores until the late 70's back
behind the anthracite curtain.