Boum garage

Garage party, Brussels, Belgium, 1977.

Boum garage

When I was in high school, parties were held in garages. That electrified us. Hormones and pheromones exploded, maybe that’s why we called it “booms”. Between LPs andCubalibres, differences, even of size, vanished. And the black grim counter rotating in our backs, we did not care, as we only had the taste for the present in our mouths.