We lost more than we ever had. This chapter attempts to painfully revive our crystallized dreams of a winter in the eighties. When art was not an asset class. When we were only 4.4 Billion. When Ampeg, Sunn and Marshall ruled the world. There is hope, but not for us. “Great”, you frantically yell from the off, "this is how a new life starts. This is when the wild goose returns." Will it bring back my Bonnie, though?
