Walter(Wendy) Carlos. Delia Derbyshire.
Switched on Bach.
Boards of Canada.
Dntel.
Slight sun glares on the harbourfront.
High Altitude Clouds.
41 degree's and Overcast.
Slowdive
Sounds Like
waves of sound permeating the inner ear, panning from left to right.
Listening devices to arrive in the near future: stay tuned and in the meantime, view Logan's Run.
Dearest Billiam,
It is becoming increasingly pertinent that you find the parts of this Earth which satisfy you most. Throughout the movement of a false perception of "time", humans have tangled necessity and culture into a clout of ambiguity. Therefore, societal ambition these days is nothing more than an aimless wandering to please the false perception of comfort. Get on out there, to space if you can. I'll find you when I'm done with the desert, which may be never, and we'll build a machine which renders time into nothing more than an unnecessary illusion. We’ll then create a 19 volume travel-log of the realistic approach one must use to not waste the breath's they take. Live on, fellow cadet of occupational rejection.
I know you’re absolutely bewildered after reading the above, and in my state of exuberance I’m sure I more than failed to convey my reason for writing to you. I inadvertently stumbled upon a method one may use to drift about the past, present, and future. You see, the universe is malleable like a lump of clay, and through the processes of gravitational recession and expansion it has overlapped upon itself throughout time. Thus, periods of time thought to be the past have been stretched into the future and vice versa. Now how I figured out the method by which one achieves access to particular places of this stretched universe is beyond my own knowledge and I’m in the process of devising theories on the matter. I believe that perhaps I have traveled back to inform myself. I fell into a daydream whilst analyzing the varying dimensions of a rather melodic tune. This song was trance inducing and I believe to have lost myself completely within its concordant nature. Would you believe it if I told you the soundwaves of repetitive music were a super-highway of inter-era travel?
It is possible for the soul to not be restrained by the outer human shell of which it dwells. I latched my soul upon a wave of sound and breached the outer atmosphere, leaving my body asleep sixty-two miles below. Please do not confuse this state of being with the concept of dreaming. Though it may seem similar, it is simply the detachment of the soul from the human shell. Thus, breaching the confinements of time is made possible without the hinderance of an aging body.
I passed by galaxies yet to be discovered. Beyond those were the overlapping portions of the universe where I found the Earth in the past and in the future. I’ve been spending my time comparing pre-industrial Earth with post-industrial Earth. I’d better not say much more about what lies ahead of your current position in time.
That feeling you’ve always had about the significance of music is the catalyst for what is to come. You’ve really got to work your way into it though, almost like meditation. You’ll fall deep down into it and you’ll find right where you need to latch yourself on. Keep Listening.
Sincerily,
Billiam
we have a new song up, it's a rough mix of the song, but worth the listen. the song title is "smoke, girls, and caffiene". also read the blog for a little history of the song. let us know what you think.
man, i wish i could come to the show saturday but i got work. the man's bringin me down. by the way, be careful, i hear houston is an advanced music spot.
I am doing pretty swell. How is the your store? I just read 300 pages of the wrong book for my history class. Hopefully I won't have hung myself by the next time you visit. Just kidding.
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