The Music Of Our Lives (part 1)

As you'd expect in a department as loosey-goosey and as cluttered with gags and cultural detritus as ours was, offbeat music just had to be part of the mix.  Once John brought in an old suitcase-style record player, old 45s and albums weren't far behind.

Courtesy of Jeff V., came this record which combined the swingin' '60s rock instrumentals with shrieks, creaks and other ghoulish sounds. Thanks to walls that didn't reach the ceiling, our eclectic music would drift far beyond the confines of our own office, leading to some annoyed office mates.  Once, while playing a Frankie track (maybe the one you can listen to here), the office receptionist demanded, "What is that -- It sounds like a woman being raped."