Popcorn led me to Switched On Bach
Specifically
and then
I remember playing my new (just released)
Switched On Bach record at high volume on my decent stereo in my university dorm room. The outside wall was mostly a steel sheet and acted like a speaker (noticeable on the outside). It was quite glorious (if you liked this sort of music...)
I also once read to all, via an amplified mike, the last chapter of Through the Looking Glass, word for word backwards [
Chapter XII. Which Dreamed it? ] (from the end - starting with "END THE: Dream a but. It is, what, Life?"). [I must have been popular ...
] [I didn't need drugs...]