The record collecting time traveller

If I had a time machine I would focus the bulk of my attention on the years of 1958 to 1972.  I’d be back there two, three, four times a weeks slapping ball-point pens out of the hands of teenagers before they could write their names on their album covers.  And then, if there was time, I’d go tell all those people not to get on the Titanic.  But, for the most part, I’d be slapping pens out of hands. 

Garn