Ah, the sixties. What was all that about? Let's demonstrate the gulf between action and repose, ideas and reality, wishing and doing, and vibe and substance.
IDEA! The Hurdy Gurdy Man sure is swell. He'll show up and bring us enlightenment. And more dope and chicks, I hope:
REALITY. Bagpipes are played in Purgatory. A Hurdy Gurdy plays on a loop while you eat brimstone and get red-hot tridents in the butt in the Big House:
Just say no, kids. And beware public access television. It's a portal to hell. I know, I've been on it.
There is something worse than hurdy gurdy music, Donovan Leitch, or bagpipes, of course. In Satan's private lair, where he consumes the souls of innocents, tortures state senators, and watches Oprah, he listens to Donovan playing Hurdy Gurdy music on the bagpipes, from the Famous Scottish Musicians double record set.
For all the real hard cases he's got on the rack, he flips disc two over and gives them Sheena Easton.