Ever heard of "bone music"?
That's what they called it when Russians, after World War II, could not just enjoy whatever music, or art, or literature, whatever, they liked. There was a culture minister, sort of like our Steve Bannon but much more affable, who decided what was "good" for the people. And American popular music was definitely not good for the people, it was ruled.
So, Russians dug through hospital trash and found old x-rays, and the see-thru pictures of people's fractured fibulae and mangled metatarsals would be cut into circles, and often a lit cigarette would be used to make a 1/4" hole in the middle. And then, because a guy in what was then Leningrad and is now St. Petersburg (not the one in Florida, though) had purloined a recording lathe from the Russian Army, they cut copies of American 78 rpm records onto the x-ray film.
We take things for granted far too often around here.
Click here to see what people were listening to, and smile and be glad that you can download Bone Thugs-n-Harmony without having Russian cossacks beat your bones over it.
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