Fred returns with a hyperdrive in hand, turns out he was just meandering around the inner halls of our spacecraft... for 2 weeks. We manage to get it installed, and suddenly David's somewhat sedated body gets caught on our windshield. The engine kicks into gear and we are no longer drifting through spooky soundscapes. Excitement and thrill seize us as we tumble forward through space and heavy percussive chatter, only stopping when Earth comes between us and our trajectory. Settling, miraculously, in the mysterious jungles of our home planet, we escape the vessel in search of food.
time's flying by, hope you don't get crushed by tonight's sounds. got some loud and ripping musics.
David continues to float, hover, exist, sneeze, spiral, and drink through time and space in a nasty loop. We await the return of at least some parts of him which we will try to reconstitute. Fred disappeared after we entered the full eclipse of Twonkus 3, which not only cut out radio transmission, but also the lights, leaving us in still and absolute darkness (surely Fred's long awaited escape route). After kicking about outside for a while, I'm confident that Fred will find his way back indoors like a house cat after an excursion through a cold February night.
Lo-fi set for you tonight, ending with some stuff off of Caspian's latest release, very good.
Gorecki Symphony 3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPhrG82nV2c
next week will be a crushing one, haven't had enough of that recently.
Bad Mood Music
Listening to both albums by Brazilian psychedelic band Boogarins, along with some Unknown Mortal Orchestra, The Arcs, and Devendra Banhart. All soaked up,
So Fun!! broadcastiung and being policitial and having a great ime life is cool on this tuesday afternooon year.
"IN CLOSET WHEN DONE" ugh finals, ugh boys, ugh life. I PLAY WHAT I WANT. sadness consumes me.
We're traveling through space. One of our shipmates fell out the window, through the past, and into the future that we just passed through. While we wait for him to whip back around the time-umbrella loop, we're passing the space by enjoying the timeless sounds of music with a K, like in Kannada. Sometimes malignant, but often times merely supple in their gratitude, these sounds are carrying us on waves of essential being, radical freedom, and toothpaste.
A comfy show for you all :^) Lots of goodies.
haven't you heard?