Yes, Spring is here, welcomed with a snowstorm and a few psychedelic tape boxes. Harder to find than a warm day in New York are these zodiac infused, honest-we’re-a-big-company-but-really-hip, Peter Max – who’s he, tape boxes chock full of musical aspirations and radio leftovers, lovingly recorded on 1/4″ tape on 7″ reels. At one time in the 1970s, reel-to reel recordings were the high end medium for high end guys. Vinyl was for schlubs, 8-tracks were for truckers and rich hippies visited India with new-fangled cassettes. Meanwhile Playboy readers panted over the girls, the pad, and the reel-to-reel placed a little left of the circular bed. Seduction was whispered words of C-slot threading, balanced performance, azimuth and you’re heads need cleaning. Ah, those were the days, and here’s a few of more than a hundred recently donated home-recorded tapes.