Being a child in the 70s and early 80s had a certain spookiness to it. Spirits seemed more readily available. I recall a homesickness which would haunt me even then, as if I were from another place entirely. Life's a mystery which childhood makes even worse, so let us revisit it in all its haunting creepiness.
Who are the "pocket pavilions"? I can find nothing more other than this one song, and it's a very good tune I really enjoy. Fire of Renewal
I've never heard any of these artists before but...wait.....maybe I have..? ....in the haunted recesses of my childhood TV memories perhaps? Have you always been there? You're still here?? What do you want from me!!!? (runs to the cobwebbed, cement nuclear fallout shelter in the backyard) anvil_head_music