Way back in the day, all my hippy dippy old Boomer friends had these things.
I liked them and I guess there may have been a little hero worship built in.
So eventually, at a scratch and dent sale in Best Products (R.I.P.) on Woodhaven Road in Bensalem, I found one.
Yoink. It's been mine for ... decades I guess.
I had always been told "if you shake it, it will never be right again".
Being the "curious" type, I did. It took about a week and a half to settle back to looking normal.
I mentioned it to a friend that you can do that. Get the light all nice and hot and vigorously shake the thing. It will turn solid red, or whatever color the wax is, and two weeks later, you will be right back to normal.
The response "NOOOOO! Mr Bill! Don't Shake Me! NOOOOO!".
Never been one to take no for an answer here.
I responded "So, what? This is 'Don't Shake Me Bro?".
You can see the result.
At least I got a giggle out of that comment.
Granted this is from an older picture. Every time that friend goes away, the last night before he goes, I shake the living daylights out of the Lava Lamp
Besides, it gives me something to look at and obsess over.
My friend is going to Douglas, The Isle Of Man for three weeks. He'll hardly know it ever got shaken.
Tradition, my man, Tradition!